You know how every time you go back to places you knew as a child, they're never the way you remember them? They're smaller or newer or they smell funny? They sort of don't exist anymore? Somehow Buffalo is exactly the same as I left it every time I visit. I love it.
I'm here visiting my earliest childhood friends, the Baraie's. Tomorrow, off to my father's house in Seneca Falls, NY.
Here are some beautiful everyday things from Mexico, Guatemala and Belize.
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