What can we do from time to Teresa and fishing report?
The most impressive was probably our Limpia, cleaning. Teresa knows the healer for several years and we are always open to new experiences. Our healer has to cost so all rubbed with raw free-range eggs and Basilikumbuescheln beaten. He has given us everything possible about it tells us about incidents of mental health problems to spiritual companions or stress. The boys, who could be left with basil are unlikely to tap according to his statements - and that does not surprise me - very balanced, a happy Huepferlinge who do not need much healing. Caspar, however, was prescribed a Bauchtee. I had but with a psychological strain and Jeremy will be treated with a wild enchantment even longer. The boys and I was ever prescribed for another bathroom and Jeremy ingredients needed for his therapy. Therefore, we went to the market and Teresa, Quentin and I had a fascinating time, zusammenzusammeln everything necessary. This Quentin strangest yet be well-received gift: a big piece of peach incense resin. He has all the horror surrounding women bit off course immediately.
was at home every one Wasserkuebel full of flowers, herbs and spices prepared with whom we have rubbed us and ueberschuettet. The bathroom smelled wonderful. My ritual involved in the next few days, then rubbing with basil and Rosenblaettern, his face blown agave and many prayers. When Jeremy was working with more fire and smoke and the interpretation of ash. Our healer says, is we are now better. I do not know, might have been. But to us it was not bad before. It was in any case a very interesting and quite spiritual Experience.
And Caspar liked his anise and pepper Rosenblueten chamomile tea. And that is a small miracle. He has never drunk tea.
It was a good time with integrated immersive Teresa and Angel. Through their stories we were given insight into Mexican life, that would not be noticed from the outside. We were in Juchitan, a city that is known as "City of Women" known. Even before our trip, I have a bit in the book by Veronika Bennholdt-Thomsen ( http://www.amazon.de/Juchitan-Stadt-Frauen-Leben-Matriarchat/dp/3499133962 ) into sniffed. But on the ground then I would not have noticed great. Yes, the market stalls have only women, but that is almost entirely in Mexico so and in the shops you can also see lots of men in Juchitan. But Teresa's tales of economic relations, juicy by the parties, which are always sponsored by the women - while men must always come with a case of beer, of processions where truckloads of plastic dishes thrown in the crowd were a little glimpse behind the scenes . It is a culture where wealth is always associated with giving. Where the celebration is almost too much, especially because most alkoholumflossen much.
Angel and Quentin were almost inseparable. We are looking forward to see her again in Austria. Her red VW Beetle, the favorite car of the boys, but we have probably seen the last. Suddenly
is the time in Mexico, almost. What we do in the last days? Jeremy has packed the outdoor volcano and longing again and so we decided to hike the Popocatepetl. So night bus back to Puebla, and then in the small town at the foot of volcanoes Amecameca. Lo and behold, the dawn of that day greeted us with the first rain drops, we have experienced at all in Mexico. And Amecameca is a laundry room, are hardly the next hill to see. Jeremy's heart is crying because climbers but he won before getting ready for a hike the next day and get hard-boiled with Quentin up to about 3600m. Of course, nothing seen. Caspar and I prefer to hang onto Cafehaeusern or hide in the hotel in our sleeping bags because it's so cold. The Plan was the next day when the weather is better, maybe wander up again. But the night gets Quentin fever and in any case we decide to Mexico City to drive, if it was serious. In the morning we make ourselves so packed on to the bus station and wait there while we clarified it up slowly, the sky, and hammered into the top of Popocatepetl looks out of the clouds. Jeremy's anguish was barely mitanzuschauen. So we are arrived in Mexico City, Quentin it's already a bit better looking, even as it develops. We have fully defeated at a Chinese (very Mexican Chinese) Buffet stomach and plan our next, last day in Mexico.
So it is time for a bit General Conclusion. What I have learned here in Mexico once again, be patient, have the time and company time. All
often takes incredibly long. In some shops might add 10 minutes to pay for a bottle of water. Two people use the cash and get nothing more. Since patience is already a tough challenge, especially when Caspar URGENT way to the bathroom needs. Everything takes time, something rare happened at the agreed time. Someone told me: here you must not sing from a score but only after the Gehoehr. That hits very well. I have seen so often that people do indeed come quite late but then they have infinite time. We are all so calculated. Here it flows. So much time has been us given as much attention in the large and small. So many kind words from people in passing. I want to take something like this. More peace, more life for others, more attention.
Another memorable experience was the music. There are a lot of music. When eating on the street, in the subway - train. CD selling products with blatant backpack, of course, the classic mariachi trumpet - guitar - violin combo. And very, very many men with guitars. The get on the bus, tweak in the aisle and play a song, can earn and get off again at the next opportunity. Women have not come across in my everyday music context. Also weird.
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