After Chimalhuacan for almost two weeks life had started to become ordinary. We finally had established a sort of routine and I felt pretty comfortable where we were.
It didn't even take a week in Chilmalhuacan for me to realize this trip was going to be nothing like I expected. I expected to see poverty, but I wasn't prepared to be overwhelmed by it.
When I arrived in Papalotla, where we had our mid-trek retreat, I was put off by how quaint and tranquil it was. I had gotten used to the dusty roads and grey buildings in Chimalhuacan.
