Here's Gustave con su cara de "uy si, qué atinado lo que acabas de decir" - lástima que salgan esas manchas blancas en las fotos, (like on his shirt) - does anyone know why?:
There are about 3 cars in front of this one and another five immediately to the right of what you're seeing in this next one. It looks like there's no one at home but the owners. See, that's what's so cool about the Tolsons' place in Valle-Acatitlán - you can be on your own - everyone respects each other's space - or you can join a group - and yet everyone welcomes the company of others at the same time. It's like a retreat but in the company of people you know and like (or don't know but are sure to like). Oh, and without the compulsory med sessions. Aaaaaand-a-lot-more-wine. Brilliant!
A lot of people have a thing about cemeteries. I like them. The place I used to work at in Greenwich (a soul-less modern building) was next door to an old (I mean - old) church and cemetery. It was my refuge for 2 years. I did so much thinking there. Anyway.
Ahhhh... bliss...
