Friday was another day in the field for PET projects (temporary employment projects). We started the morning with a trip to San Miguel Espejo to check on the construction of 30 cisterns. These cisterns are key to having a more reliable water source and in some cases mark the beginning of running water near/within certain houses. The side theme on all of these visits is always migration. Inevitably everyone wants to know where the towering foreigner is from, and this is usually followed by a list of all the relatives that are currently in the “otro lado” (other side). The fascinating (and sad) observation about many of the smaller Mexican towns is the lack of males, combined with on-going construction of large, slightly out of place houses. These houses are generally pretty easy to discern in any community.Our next stop was a small town called San Juan Amecac that received funds for a reforestation project. They are reforesting a section of their forest about 10 minutes outside of town. While we were in the forest, the ground started shaking underfoot for a good 20 seconds. Luckily it was an earthquake. I say luckily because we were within the eruption zone of an active volcano. Turns out there was a 5.7 earthquake centered in the southern part of the state. 2nd earthquake in 3 weeks. http://earthquake.usgs.gov/
After georeferencing the forest plots, we headed back to the committee president’s house for some snacks. His story is another interesting, and fairly typical one. He has 9 children ranging in age from 1 to 22. The three oldest are all boys and are in the U.S. The 22 year old has been there for over 7 years. The youngest that crossed is now 17, working in a restaurant, and crossed when he was just 15. The sons in the U.S. don’t even know several of their brothers and sisters in Mexico. Sitting next to the parent’s house (where we were seated), is an enormous, 2 story house, that is being completed little by little has money is sent back to the family. That money arrives several times a year, in cash, brought by someone returning to the community. After having heard the same type of story from numerous families, I finally decided to ask the question that I always want to ask... How and where did they cross? I could never cross, I would be terrified, and with all the horror stories about crossings, I always wonder about the particular cases of the families we are talking with. The sons crossed from Sonora and were fortunate to spend no time in the desert. Just wanted to throw this anecdote in since it is something that is read about from a policy standpoint in the U.S., but I feel like often the issue is not connected with the actual Mexican families that are impacted. Yet, being down here it is an inescapable topic with direct connections to the people we work with. (less so in cities, like Puebla, but I have yet to visit a small town where someone doesn't have a close relative in the U.S.)























