San Cristóbal de Las Casas

When you awaken in this town at 7,000 feet at, let´s say, 7:00AM, low valley fog portends a splendid day in the dead of winter and, while nothing is certain in this realm, you can probably look forward to that fog lifting sometime prior to 10:00AM and thereafter you may be almost certain that there will be splendid and almost unbearable crystal sunshine and blue skies and temperatures in the 70s Fahrenheit and it is beyond anything you ever imagined could exist on this planet with extraordinary clarity of sunlight defining fine colonial buildings - some in ruins and some marvelously restored - and then you can stroll over pedestrian-only boulevards to El Jardin and listen to the municipal marimba orchestra and thank God you are, so far, alive and, despite that fact that you are old and decrepit, you are as alive as you have ever been in your life in this marvelous place and it gets no better than that.

Thank you, La Isla. That was a touching comment well taken.