Back to your normally scheduled letter:
The garbage truck plays music loudly in order to tell people to take the trash out. One of the songs it plays is "El Coco No." As a result, that song has been stuck in my head for the past 2 weeks. Sing a hymn?
It's been a good week. I've been a little rough on Hna Brioso, making her take the iniciative in a lot of situations. I think it was a premonition though, because sure 'nough, I have cambios. Tomorrow I leave Actopan, my first and only area, and go who-knows-where. I'm excited/sad. It's hard to leave all the work we've been doing here and REALLY hard to leave all the people. Change is a good thing. I think.
A few places here in Actopan, in the beautiful Valle de Mezquital that I'll miss saying:
Caxuxi (my favorite word)
Jiadi (not to be confused with Dajiedi)
Bominthza (actually, that one I'm still not sure how to say 😄)
I love you all!