Walked down to the ex-Collegio this morning to introduce Becky to Derli and talk about the stone lithography process. He selected a couple of German stones for us, and Julian started grinding the surfaces with carborundum in preparation for our images. Becky's thinking about making a book of floral images, which I think is a fantastic idea. So I'm going to copy it. Actually, I'm thinking about making some random sketchbook drawings for an accordian-fold little book, or 100 views of Patzcuaro, or, of course...rooftop dogs. We'll see. I hope to begin drawing on a stone Monday morning. Then borrow Bob's ladder and try a fried chicken place he's been talking about. After visiting the printmaking lab, we walked down to the mercado to buy honey, porkchops, plums, spinach, cheese, tortillas, onions, grapefruit, radishes, limes, vino, and donuts. The honey guy was very friendly and had a wide selection of honey-related items, including a little jar of black chunky stuff. Looked like old, dirty beeswax. I said: "Como?" and pointed to it. In perfect Spanish, he told me exactly what it was and what it did in great detail, but I don't speak much Spanish. I think he said it's good for your heart, then he handed me a small chunk, which of course I popped into my mouth and immediately wondered when I'd become violently ill. Tasted exactly like old, dirty beeswax. Anyways, it didn't kill me and I think it made me stronger. Bought some flowers then headed back up the hill where I pitted plums, made a wrestler, and Becky outdid herself by preparing an amazing meal for our amazing friends, Bob and Rosa. I hear a dog barking (not ours), crickets chirping, and traffic on the libramiento.
