I am missing Mexico. Lafayette, as much as I have grown to like this place, smells like wet potato chips much of the time. Working in Mexico was different. Basically, the site was gorgeous. It was absolutely breathtaking and I was so lucky to have the opportunity to work there among the ruins.
One of the wonderful things about the site itself, besides all the architecture, was the array of wild herbs. The platform area in front of the old Spanish church, one of the oldest in all the Americas, was covered in mustard. At the time that I was there, the plants were in full bloom and the yellow flowers made the site picture perfect.
The second day I was helping to map the site, I realized that I was getting extremely hungry and I couldnt put my finger on what was causing it. By the end of the work day, a very long six hours of salivating, I finally asked L what that great smell was. I had apparently failed to notice that most of the site was covered in wild sage and mint. As we trampled over the plants to get the GPS in the right location, we were releasing the oils of the plants. I dont think that my dirty fieldclothes had ever smelled so good.