We stop for lunch in Ajijic for lunch. That’s me, looking at the menu, deciding what to have.
Behind me there are a small group of people swimming in the lake. We can hear them laughing and having a great time.
I wonder what will happen to them – will they get sick? Now? Later?
“Water water everywhere and not a drop to drink” From The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge.
With care and concern,