In mid-April we left the gorgeous, forested foothills of the Sierras and flew back to Mexico City.

I was surprised how comfortable I felt coming “back home”.  Because we took the red eye out of SFO, we landed in the dark (5:30 am) but I knew the airport, I knew where and how to get a taxi, I knew where we needed to go and I was comfortable engaging our taxi driver in conversation. So so different from when we first came to Mexico!

We spent a week in Mexico City for re-packing stuff for Guatemala (we’d left a lot of our “stuff” in the Casa) and to catch up visiting with our refugee friends and other good friends in D.F. (Distrito Federal, like Washington D.C.).  We even made sure we stayed in “our” old room where we’d lived for 10 months.

We also went to the top of the big Monument to the Revolution next to the Casa and looked down on another demonstration or political rally much like many of the demonstrations we saw while living in D.F.

Then on to our new adventure living in Guatemala!