Day 264

Recently, we went to Los Altos, Veracruz, to visit the homes of our friends, Jesús, and, his wife, Lizbeht. Here, they live on the rooftop of the condo, in a small, (I really mean tiny), one and a half rooms dwelling, with their four year old son Gaby.

Right now, Liz’ mother is living with them, because, on the sixth of December, at six and a half months gestation, Jesús and Liz’s baby girl died while they were trying to get to a hospital that would take them.

Each of the hospitals said they were unable to take them, for various reasons; too full with CoVid19 patients; not enough staff; you do not have insurance. The denials were the same, just different reasons.

Liz went into labor after traveling the four hours from Veracruz to Mexico City. She has had, in the past few years, a few miscarriages, so this pregnancy was welcomed, but guarded.

It has been very hard to put this behind all of us, (obviously for them more than for us), but, we had been doing so many little things, in the background, to welcome her into the “family”; our family; the family we chose.

While we were in Veracruz, we met both of their families; many live very near, or, in the house of Jesús’s parents. The house is very small from the outside, but is built deep, and, on three levels, giving it much more space than it appears. Here is their house, from the road.

It does not look like much at this angle, but I tell you, it is deep, and three levels.
Juan and his dad, Raymond, in the backyard.
This is just a small shot of the land that Jesus’s dad owns. Enlarge it to see everything on the photo, as far as the photo shows; it all belongs to Raymond.

While we were there, Liz’s dad drove us, about an hour outside the city, up into the mountains, to a place that we consider very close to our Shangri La. Let me show you just a few photos. (There will be more photos to come, as we will probably be buying a house there, sort of a “vacation” home. Here goes.

So far, the best thing I have EVER seen, ANYWHERE, in my lifetime. The air was so incredibly fresh, sweet, and humid.
The village where we crossed the bridge to the church. AMAZING.
After we crossed the swaying bridge. The chapel is behind us. This is Lizabeht, her parents, and her son, Gaby.
“The bridge”, on the downside.

We have not spent a more wonderful day than we did on this day. I have many more photos to show you, and will, when I am able to upload them.

For now, enjoy these while you stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe. Wash your hands, cover your mouth, and, protect your loved ones.

I have tons of photos to share with you, but it will take time, as there are about two hundred photos from our travels. I hope you will be patient and enjoy them.