Well, they say Durango is one of the least fashion-conscious cities in the country. Good thing, if Mags is going to walk around town looking like that. The change in altitude doesn't seem to have affected her much (we're trying to push the fluids so it won't), but the dry air and blazing sun have left their mark. Her skin is rougher and her hair is starting to get tangles, thanks to the low humidity. And she's much pinker than she was in the East, even though we slather the sunscreen on and try to keep her hat firmly in place. All in all, she's adjusting great out here.
We've been staying in the mountains above town until we move into Bill's colleague's house while he's out of town in July. We have a pretty sweet schedule we've fallen into: Get up and have oatmeal. Walk Eliza in the mountains. Go to town and see Baka Sue and Baka Scott. Bump around town. Drive back up the mountain for a nap. Go swimming at the hotel's indoor pool, which is almost always empty. Have a simple dinner from our efficiency kitchen. Go to bed and read until we fall asleep. Pretty great.
Maggie seems fairly unimpressed with the mountains, but she does like all the different kinds of flowers she can find, all the rocks everywhere to pick up, and the chipmunks that live under the stairs. She's into details, I guess. That's cool. There's lots of things to be curious about out here.
