Above: William, strugging for the right proportion of mezcal to Fresca.
Just came back from another overnight, this time to a town in the guidebook section on “Mixteca Alta.” We had unexpected happiness in Teposcolula. Sweet little town, though hard to find coffee.
We found out that William will blow a blood vessel in his brain if he goes to any more “mercados,” but later said, “It’s hard for me to admit, but I really do need you in my life.” There. The beginning and the end. I’ve spared you the middle 24 hours.