Our destination is one of the 5 caracoles (literally 'snail') in the Zapatista land, which are the centers of government for each group of municipalities in which they live. We drove silently in the car, in anticipation of our arrival. How would we know when we were there? Would there be a sign? Would they have their foreboding ski masks or bandanas on? Would they have guns? Would we be welcome? We occasionally stopped to ask directions, hesitant to say exactly what we were looking for, but as we got closer, we had to make ourselves clear. Diana fulfilled her role as guide well, making friendly contact with all we met along the way and translating for me as we went, (Jeeze, I wish I knew more Spanish!) but a lot could be understood in the musical emotion of these roadside chats and the locals were always friendly and helpful.
Very cool, thanks for the updates. I bet your Spanish will be better when you get back.
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