This Sunday afternoon’s soothing sun reminded me that I have been home two cold, dry weeks.
Oaxaca is 81 degrees today. A couple of mornings we had temps in the high twenties.
Most of the kids in my English class in Tlacochahuaya did not know what I was talking about when I said that people in cold climes could see their own warm breath in the chilly air before them. This idea was even more foreign than snow (or home heating and air).
My breath blossoming before me this morning, my windshield and lawn iced over, I wished that my students were here to see these wonders.
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