While waiting for the time to leave for dinner I went over and talked to the neighbor who had let me wait in his house the first night. I gave him a couple postcards of Sonoma County and we chatted for awhile about the teachers' strike, among other things. (Wilfrido is a maestro himself.)
We all piled into Benito's old van to go to La Olla. It was Alejandro, Monica, Alejandro
Junior, Benito, his wife, another granddaughter, and me. I think everyone enjoyed the
meal. Monica took home the left-over chocolate cake for Dennise who stayed with the
other grandmother.
When we returned, there was a young man waiting at the doorstep. Gregorio (Greg) had
earlier lived with the family for 6 months while studying Spanish and archeology. He is
just staying overnight before flying back to the US tomorrow morning. He had been on an
archeological dig in Guerrero.
I already mentioned that in 4 weeks in Mexico I had seen only one other recreational cyclist. Ironically, as the plane was taxiing for takeoff in Oaxaca I happened to look out the window and spotted a paceline of 8-10 cyclists riding past the airport.
They lost my duffel bag. When I went to claim by luggage at customs in Dallas, the bike case was there but not the duffel. My camera and GPS are in that bag, along with my panniers, tools, clothes etc. The other stuff I can replace but I sure hope I don't lose my photos.
[American Airlines did eventually deliver the bag to my house. The heavy, military-style
duffel bag was ripped in half but all the contents were intact.]