Over the Sierras

This morning we flew over a few Sierra mountain ranges and eventually wound our way by taxi to San Cristobel de las Casas. It's quieter here and the buildings smaller and less stately than Oaxaca. Most of the Mexicans are indigenous of Mayan ancestry.

I didn't realize until wandering around the town this afternoon that this is the heart of Zapatista Army of National Liberation. In 1994, the news of the uprising in this area was very disturbing. But over the years, the people's struggle with the Mexican government to gain control over their own resources has become peaceful and has gained a measure of international support.

It's lovely here -- indescribably so at the moment. Pics are of the flight and the town -- an unlikely electrical repair shop in need of repair itself, a kid of no more than seven, who instead of being in school is shining shoes -- the photo with pillars is our new school. It feels more like a resort.

Hasta pronto,
Lynda