On Monday, 109 days later, Ezra received his postcard. (The Pony Express was able to deliver mail across the continental United States in ten days, and I could have walked from Ohio to Mexico City in less than 109 days!)
I really don't understand what has happened to the Mexican postal service. Nearly fifty years ago, when I attended school in Mexico, the system was not speedy, but it was relatively efficient. My parents would send me letters and bank money orders so that I would have spending money, and they arrived in a little more than a week. Almost forty years later, after I first met Alejandro, I sent him a Christmas card in late November. He received the card in time for Easter.
I sent Ezra another postcard in May. Where is that card right now? On a rowboat headed across the Gulf of Mexico? On a donkey crossing the Sierra Madre Mountains? Most likely it is sitting in a Mexico City post office, and one day someone will decide to deliver it.
Ezra enjoys receiving mail, so in spite of the snail's pace in delivery, today I am sending him another card. This one has a picture of Ohio's state bird, the cardinal.
He should receive it sometime in November!
I have been traveling to Mexico for nearly a half century, and in those years I have seen much progress there. Sadly, the postal system has regressed.