Buenos noches!!
Bubba is pooped, so we will skip the details, tell you about the jail break mañana, and get right to the fotos.
Max wanted me to take some fotos of the nubes, and here they are.
Every morning, the loros (?), parrots, fly from a park behind the CP, and go to the zocalo. Here Max is observing the flocks in action.
Not sure what Don Juan was doing up, dressed like this, at 715am.
Our lil'Don Juan was all smiles as he raced down a rampa.
And after sitting on a curb and making a group of 7 trabajadores, workers, laugh when he made all of his animal noises, Max needed my towel to dry off.
Note the scrape on his right bicep...I discovered it when we got home, and due to no mention of it occurring, I have no idea when it happened.
We all know that Max loves llantas, tires. And today we found one that had been left on the sidewalk. Score!! As mentioned ayer, I am a bad editor...stay tuned for a bunch of tire fotos!!
And after cutting through the tiangus, we ran into 2 amigos. The hombre who owns the comedor economico is called Ocho Palabras...because he knows 8 words in ingles. The hombre waiting for his desayunos of tamales, works at the smaller fruta y verdura tienda.
Max is particular with who he likes to be amigos with, and this always friendly hombre, has made the grade!!
Marco, Bexico and of course, Max
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