Well, we were all geared up for the trip to Puerto Angel. The night before last we all met and made all the arrangements: picked a really neat hotel for $23.00 a night, learned something about the birds we'd be looking for, plotted the route, and left full of enthusiasm. Last night we took the car to Noe´s garage to be checked out, went to the vet to get Louie el Gato's vaccinations updated, etc. etc. And came home to find messages from Bob, the orgnaizer that the trip was off. Tropical Storm Sergio had decided to become a hurricane -- an unusual event this late in the season -- and thus would be stirring up the seas so that we wouldn't be able to go out on boats and possibly not even to go to the beach. Alas and alack. And alack and alas. However, there are Events in the Neighborhood this weekend: a fiesta and a parade to celebrate 20 de noviembre, the anniversary of the overthrow of the hated Porfirio Diaz which started the second Mexican Revolution. Incidentally, a study of the regime of Porfirio Díaz would give you all interesting insights not only into Mexican history, but into the U.S. in a philosophical way: that is, how bad things happen to good ideas. Díaz started out as a progressivist, a rationalist. He saw modernization as the way to a wonderful new Mexico but ended up selling Mexico's birthright to the very rich at home and abroad.
Anyway, I leave it to you to look him and his government up.
Yesterday afternoon was beautiful and warm and I had papers to deliver to The English Gardener, so Jim and I took a walk to his house. Here are some pictures from the walk.
Here you are looking back at our wall on the right and our neighborhood store on the left.
A new house being built on Miguel Alemán. It is going to be two stories. 
This sign is right at the entrance to the soccer field.
The sign says, no tying up or grazing animals in this spot. Anyone caught in the act will be turned over to the municipal authorities. You can see La Perrita Rita in the lower right corner with her nose down, but she is just sniffing, not grazing.
Here is a view of the mountains from the edge of the soccer field at the top of our street.
Some people ahead of us on the road to Pauls:
Rita is looking for another good place to smell. There are plenty.
A bull in front of an unfinished house at Paul's crossroads.
After visiting Paul, we continued in the same direction to make our walk a loop home. Here are some more cows.
Jim, Rita and a neighborhood horse.
Stream from the bridge taking us back into the Colonia.
After our walk, we came home to find that a couple of USAers who live in Teocelo had stopped by to visit our neighbors who were out. We invited them in. You can read about them on John's blog -- Mindy and Jim. We had never met them and are glad we now have. Shortly thereaftr, John and Anita came home and came by. I had to kick them out because we had to take the car in to be checked for our trip which we still thought we were going on. Shortly thereafter, a terrific storm blew in. Here is what it looked like from our balcony just after it passed.
Guillemo has harvested our first bunch of coffee from what we all jokingly call our finquitita, or very tiny little farm.
