And the answer is . . .

None of the above!

What have we been doing lately? Mostly watching this (and similarly captivating performances), over and over.

Other than that, working. Working, working, working, breaking down, fighting through, and working more. And napping. Lots of napping.

Our lives here have been defined by nothing if not constant uncertainty, as our last blog indicated. At any given moment of our vagrant life, we've had exactly zero options or a dozen options, depending on the particular moment, but never one undeniably perfect, this is it!, too-good-to-pass-up, divinely inspired, ohm'gawnoway, skies-parting, revelatory breakthrough. Until now!

In the space of six hurtling days, Molly was notified of, applied for, interviewed for, was offered, and accepted a dream job of sorts for this point in our lives: an internship with her study abroad program in Mexico. The benefits: meaningful work, side trips to rural villages and new countries (Cuba?!), a rent-free apartment for two, free food for one, free or discounted Spanish lessons, a plane ticket there, and, at long last, real stability and certainty for nearly a year. It almost sounds too good to be true to our world-weary ears. No financial pressure as we meander around looking for jobs. We'll get there just in time for English teacher hiring season, right before school starts, so I'll be able to carpet the town with my now-substantive resumé.

Strictly speaking, our vagrant life will be taking a temporary hiatus. As much as we sometimes romanticize the life of a gypsy, it's been difficult to adjust our mindsets fully to the cultural practice of deciding things (especially important things, like jobs and money) a few days or hours before they happen. A period of relative settling down will do us good.

So for the next two months, we'll be (what else?) working. And in the few weeks in between, we'll be checking off some experiences before we say goodbye to a country that's been very good to us. The people, the culture, the scenery, and the climate will be extremely hard to beat; in seven months, despite the uncertainty, this place has become a comfortable second home. It'll be hard to leave, but the landing in Cuernavaca will be a soft one.

Onward!