In my last post, I shared the fact that our travel plans seem to “foment war, revolution and Biblical weather”. I also mentioned that we have so far dodged earthquakes and tsunamis. We have also been spared any erupting volcanoes—we don’t count Kilauea on the Big Island of Hawaii because we went there on purpose precisely to see the volcano lava flow. It looks like our #2 Boomlet might not be so lucky. Our younger son (the 20-something travel blogger) is flying to Mexico City tomorrow. Hence, I was not pleased to read in my digital USA Today that Mexico City’s iconic volcano, Popocatepetl, is apparently giving every indication that it is ready to blow.
Just as residents of Seattle live in the shadow of their active volcano, Mount Rainier, the approximately twenty million residents of Mexico City live with the omnipresence of their “Smoking Mountain”, the English translation of the Nahuatl word Popocatepetl. The mountain is affectionately called “Popo”. (You try saying Popocatepetl). Popo is one of the most active volcanoes in Mexico, having erupted fifteen times since the Spanish Conquistadors arrived in 1519, with three major eruptions since 1947. During the last eruption in December of 2000, 56,000 people were evacuated.
The days when I could tell Mr. www.theworldorbust.com that he needs to wear a sweater because I think it’s cold outside, have long passed. Now, all I can do is send him an email urging him to be on the lookout for pyroclastic flows with a gentle suggestion that this visit might not be a good time to think about climbing Popo. And, oh yeah, watch out for the drug cartels.
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“Watch out for the drug cartels” is ALWAYS excellent advice.
Not only did I meet up with drug dealers, I purposefully set up our rendezvous at the summit of “Popo”. Mu hahahha
LOL. I hired Montezuma for my revenge.
I feel you. Our daughter is engaged and about to graduate from culinary school. All we can do is sit back and hope for the best. The toughest part of parenting is not being a parent any more.
Lane, as my mother told me, you are always the parent. What changes is the job description. When your “child” is your daughter’s age, the job is to only offer your opinion when it is solicited.