... I have been back from Mexico for 3 days... Have I? Did I really return on that 747 stuffed with duty free taquila, chocolate, perfumes, and a coloreful array of travelers? Like this one across the isle from me. A man in mid 40s, with a friendly smile and some extra padding around the waste, dark face, bright eyes, manual labor wrinkled and scared massive hands . He already fumbled fru his pocket photoalbum at least a dozen times. Family... Is he returning back to US from short visit for more labor and unsertanity? Or this one. Worn jins, bony knees protruding from huge holes, 3 studs in lips and nose, huded sweat short, ipod, jercking foot.
I am going to miss my traveling in Mexico, mt freedom, my newlly and unexpectedly rediscovered youth. Oh I am!
It is snowing outside and supposed to turn into freezing rain. DOT has already closed Seward hiway - too many cars drove off windy road. What a night mare!
I want to go back to sweaty busy street and squares of the old DF capital, ancient pyramids, to Puebla, Veracruz, Tlachichuca, Orizaba, to shabby collectivos, sounds of cicadas and crickets, caffe con leche, thick southern night, cool of the early morning, blistering heat of the day and siesta hour, resurecting breazy twilights of the eve...
Oh-h-h-h-....
Here I am... top of Pico de Orizaba
