Oh dear, it's still raining here. No more sunny, brightly-lit photos of white petals contrasted against brilliant blue. It seems like an eternity when it rains more than three days in Mexico. People get worried and there is a doomsday tone to all of the conversations, "...what's happening?!"
I took this photo not too far from our house on an empty lot where they are building a new house. I think a new house goes up in our housing development every month. Instead of using machines to dig the foundation men dig it out with pick axes and shovels. It shocked us to see such primitive buiding methods when we first came here, but we came to understand that it's cheaper to pay men five dollars a day to do the job than to rent a machine, another one of the many examples of the extremes of the two class system in Mexico that we'll never get used to.
The dark building in the background is a shack built by the workers to escape the heat. They work very hard for several hours and then hang up their cowboy hat and take a siesta. You often see a set of cowboy bots sticking out of the shack into the sun (totally fabulous picture but I'm not the bold foreigner I wish I was or I'd have a million wonderful photos).
It's Sunday, a day of rest in Mexico, the only worker is a giant ant with no day of rest, poor guy.
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