As we drove from our flat, dry, sandy beach spot in San Agustinillo to a Oaxaca City, Mexico, through the cool, most, spectacular Sierra Madre mountains, I distracted myself from the stomach-turning roads by taking photos of sights along the way. The contrast of these little buildings – made from whatever scraps were available – essentially hanging on the side of a mountain spoke to me. My heart was touched by the simplicity and challenge of the lives of the people who call the mountains home. Oh, and their smiles and generous waves are etched in my memory! As we drive by their homes or little cluster of buildings that made a neighborhood, everyone looked up and touched a piece of me…the kids walking home from school along the rocky shoulder of the road, the mothers and grandmothers in lawn chairs selling their produce roadside, the fathers hammering away on a building project, farmers working in the fields with their donkeys, even the highway workers cleaning up fallen road that had tumbled down the mountainside.
(In case you missed it, you might be interested in last week’s post which was also about our travel through the mountains from San Agustinillo to Oaxaca City: the light shining through.)
The Small Things 
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