11.14.2012 - 11.14.2012
In San Cristobal de Las Casas now
Some people seem to like taking crooked pictures
One of our favorite people-watching benches
Golden filament sunset
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San Cristobal de Las Casas is cold at night and in the morning. We sleep with three blankets and argue over who has to get out of bed to turn out the lights. Chris remarked that we have been cold much more often on this trip than we expected to be. But it's not as bad as Llano Grande when we stood outside shaking while looking at the stars. There was no moon then. We marveled at the milkiness of the Milky Way. Then we tried to identify constellations, but even the Big Dipper was difficult to spot among so many competitors.
There was no one else in our cabaña--and only one other tourist visiting Llano Grande that day, a South African. The quiet, the piney smell, the crisp mountain air all reminded me of Eric and Jean's cabin in Kings Canyon. I started to get nostalgic and wistful and happy as I always do when I find a pleasant memory. Even later, when Chris and I had that taut discussion, I wouldn't take back the feeling.
Chris said he had a good day today. I did, too.