We marched in the rain. Mexican rain though, not the kind you are thinking of. Not the slow sustained Northwest drizzle I am so accustomed to. This kind comes in big angry drops after the lightning nearly every afternoon, but lasts only for a moment. The street vendors start selling blue plastic ponchos. I think it´s kind of funny.
Mexico for Security. A march of citizens dressed in white one million strong streamed toward the Circulo. The wife of my host had teared up explaining why. Horrible things – the fourteen-year-old son of a long-time friend gone, taken rather, two years he´s been missing. The protesters clap a slow triplet and chant Meh-he-co! Policemen in their finest array line the streets. Hector tells me this is an important day. That I am lucky to be here, to see the city in such a way. I´ve never seen so many people.
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Hello sister..good to know everything is going alright and that you didn't have to walk the bus route!
Hi Brianna,
It is great to be able to share in your adventure. Grandma had to tell me about your letter in our weekly phone call. She is saving it for me when I go home for her birthday. It has been shared with all her red hat friends too.
I'm glad you ran into someone would could help with the pesos. Don't plan on ATMS everywhere you go though. I hope your enjoy spending time with your host families. Do you know the reason for the march?
Aunt Sue
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