Climate change? You might say that. Easing back into life here in the north. All lovely. Mexico is as usual, Mexico, with all its quirks, chaos and common sense. Imperfection reigns supreme and that is so refreshing. It is such a psychic break. It is easy to understand why so many Mexicans work, for years, in the US and then return to whatever village they came from to live simply again. Or maybe just to simply live, again. I heard a lot of stories, all with the same ending. Work hard. (At the worst jobs) Provide for yourself and your family (mainly your family). Return to your home when you can. The details left out are the ones that wreck your heart. And still they put up with us.