Happy birthday dad! We bought you a birthday cake at a Pastelria in Mexico City but ate it all before we could make it to the post office. Reminds me of the time Pooh brought Eor a pot of hunny for his birthday, but then got hungry and ate it all on the way to the party. At least Eor still got a useful pot to put things in, as well as a popped ballon from Piglet. Lost my tail again... Nobody likes me... Its my birthday...
Things are good here, we are headed to Cuernavaca this afternoon to visit a friend from Toronto. The Frida museum was cool but the Leo Trotsky house in the same neighborhood really took the cake (quite literally it would appear). Why did Stalin have to ruin Communism for the rest of us?
Stay tuned for more soon, including a first hand account of the situation in Oaxaca and our experiences in Chiapas!
1 comment:
Hey, thanks for the cake! I hope it was good.
Papa
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