I got my electric bill yesterday and it was over one hundred dollars, the first time ever in my life. It is turning out to be the hottest summer in years, so hot some evenings I think I am losing my mind as I stare into my open freezer and dream of Mexico, of the exquisite gardens and the lovingly restored little pyramid of Santa Cecilia Acatitlan tucked away in the foothills beyond the northwest edge of Mexico City. Hidden behind a church and surrounded by a high black iron fence the park is a dreamy oasis where spider lilies and dahlias luxuriate in the shade of elders and oaks. In his
True History Bernal Diaz del Castillo mentions stopping several nights in the city as the Spaniards circled counter-clockwise around the valley plotting their siege of Tenochtitlan, but his report is tantalizingly short on details, and he definitely doesn't ever mention meeting Gabriel Porras. Still I bet they would have had much to talk about!
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