Well, we went for a great walk in the rain today. Tired of the knife sharpener dude's honking, the tierra kid's horses, and random trucks filled with pollos, our dogs were ready to hit the town, again. We started out down Calle Francisco Javier Clavijero, then over to Calle Jose Abade to see if our friends Lon y Santiago were home, down towards Lerin, past the Templo de la Compañía y Ex-Collegio Jesuíta, to the Museo, then a hard right up towards our friends Bob y Rosa's amazing casa on Calle Cedro. Taken with the altitude, Becky and our perros decided to take a breather while I wandered down to the end of Cedro to visit my favorite panaderia. Sadly, the baker hadn't opened yet, and I remembered Bob saying he didn't open until 5pm. Aarrgh. So, we walked back home, past the escuela and numerous barking dogs, past the weavers' taller who made our curtains, a momma doberman, lots of folks enjoying the cool weather, past the blue door where they process chickens, past our dirt corner and some friendly neighborhood kids, and into our cozy casa with wet feet. The dogs crashed and slept for a couple of hours while Becky relaxed and read Murakami, and I hung three Spanish paintings by my Grandmother Brawner.
