the front view of our house, giant poinsettias and all. patricio's cousin owns a greenhouse, which means we get beautiful plants at cost--a perk i'll never get tired of.
to the left is our house number, 73. interestingly, the house two doors down is also number 73. if you mail anything to us, they might have the chance to snoop through it first...
our cozy living room
our little dining nook, with living room fireplace in the foreground. yes, the calla lilies are real--we cut them from the gardens at my in-laws' ranch. i love them!
this little table made it all the way from amarillo, texas to mexico city strapped to the roof of patricio's jetta, along with everything else you see in the picture, which was stuffed into every millimeter of space inside the car. except, of course, the apples and the flower.
even though we replaced most of the windows, neither of us would ever say goodbye to the door window. it's great for imagining that we live in another time...
patricio picked this twig of apple blossoms for me the other day...in mid-january.
the kitchen is new york city-sized, so it's hard to get a good angle. note, however, the little mezcal barrel behind the talavera jars--it's the first souvenir we bought together on our trip to oaxaca in the summer of 2004.
the television's secret hiding spot
we've permanently borrowed the office couch from my in-laws' ranch, covering the shockingly-bright upholstery pattern with our warm, wool blankets
new bed and nightstands, courtesy of some fellows this side of toluca who, like just about everyone else in town, make and sell all their furniture themselves.
the chair we waited weeks to be delivered, guarded by our new straw hats that we bought at the pyramids of Teotihuacan
mom calls this the original washing machine. it's useful, but i say a little prayer of thanks each time i walk right past it to do laundry in our electric washer and dryer
here are the water tanks up on the roof that store city water for the days when we don't receive any. usually, we get city water every other day. usually. the small red contraption is our water-pressure pump, so when the water actually leaves the storage tanks it doesn't dribble out of the faucets.
our 30 kilo tank of propane gas that runs out about every six weeks. fortunately, trucks come around every morning selling more; all i have to do is flag them down and pay for the tank change.