I went back to my old city with my parents. This is the sunset from our hotel window. Isn't it beautiful? I could never see the sunset from my house.

We just arrived in a small town to walk around and see the area. This girl really wants us to go home with her, but we think that her grandmother would not appreciate four foreigners showing up for dinner.

These are the buses we take when we want to go to the countryside.

Outside a fastfood restaurant in a small town.

This is wher I do my work, fun huh?

I wanted to have fish tacos for dinner but it is a long process. We first had to go to the market and buy the cornmeal. . . and fish. My dad picked out a fish that looked easy to fillet (they think you are crazy if you want to buy a fish without bones). Unfortunately, the fish was not easy to fillet, it had a ton of little bones, but that is what you get for 75cents. Dad cleaned the fish while mom and I made tortillas and prepared all of the veggies. When we sat down to eat we had to pick all the bones out of the fish first. But food sure does taste good when you have to work for it.

Even though I now live in a modern city, I can still find tastes of the old. I wonder where she is taking her handmade baskets.

Here is a different kind of clay pot. This clay pot has rice, meat, tofu, carrot, mushroom, and green veggies. It suprising tastes somewhat like a chicken and rice casserole. My mother is picking out the parts she doesn't care for. And notice the bottle of hand sanitizer on the table. That is one of those things that goes with you wherever you go.

My mother was quite fascinated by the way they made the noodles. They squeeze the batter through the dealy flig and into boiling water. Wait a bit and you have pasta(rice noodles).

I took my parents to sample different kinds of local cuisine. In 90degree heat with high humidy we decided to eat in a suana. Here they are cooking noodles in clay pots. It was pretty tasty!

The Tour de France my not pass through our city, but we do have the green flag bicycle brigade. I really have no idea what they are doing, but it looks like they are having fun.

This picture is taken from our guest bedroom window. It is a lovely view of the city dump, or recycling center or something. Sometimes we get the nice smell of burning plastic coming through the window. Oh well, at least it is a colorful view, and if you look up you can see the hills.

This is a picture of the bus stop outside the bus station in my new city. Yes folks, no horse drawn carts allowed on this road.

While on our tourist adventure, mom got to use a squatty for the first time (and I wouldn't call it the nicest squatty in the world). The second squatty she used must have had a magnetic attraction to her sun glasses because they fell right off her head and into the little bowl. But, my mom needed her glasses so she reached in and got them. Here she is washing them off. What a good sport. By the end of her time here it was a piece of cake, and she got to use one of the worst I have ever seen.