Nameless Yucatecan Road
I’ve sat down for three days in a row to update this blog, and I just don’t have anything to write. Life is calm. The weather has warmed so the kids have been outside floating hand made boats in the snowmelt that streams down from the canyon above our house. No more cross country skiing until it cools and snows again.
Maggie our puppy is acclimating to our family. She hits the paper 90% of the time and sleeps through most of the night. She’s a happy little creature, and the best part is she doesn’t bark.
The most interesting thing I’m currently reading is Martin Meredith’s The Fate of Africa. I just shake my head in disbelief as I read. So many have suffered because of the corruption and shortsightedness of a few inept leaders.
I’ve been studying French using Rosetta Stone software to prepare for my trip to Paris in May with my daughter Breanna. Their philosophy is to teach languages in the natural way children learn to speak, through listening and sight as opposed to a bunch of grammar rules. Ten weeks into the course I am confident I will be able to say if need be, “The boy jumps.” I am confident my pronunciation is correct because the analyst that works for me is a Quebec native so when I periodically interrupt our conversations by mentioning in French the boy is jumping again, she indeed understands.
The photo above and the one below are two of my favorites from our recent trip to Mexico. There is something magical about rock walls.
Chunchucmil, Yucatan
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