I had an incredible opportunity to visit my youngest son, Andy, who spent four months at an archeology dig in rural Mexico. It was a possibility to go to Mexico, seeing and doing issues the average tourist would by no means have an opportunity to experience. But, I needed to balance my enthusiasm to see Andy at an lively archeology web site with my concern relating to journey in Mexico and the truth that I spoke no Spanish.
At the Mexican house in Los Soldados, we had lunch in between work at the site. It was a modest residence overlooking the river with a well for water and an outhouse. We ate at a table on a coated porch. The plastic tablecloth was an previous political banner. After washing up, we had been served a mix of beef and rooster, refried beans, french fries and a fruit drink. We positioned …