Mexico Notes There is the most yellow of yellow butterflies stuck under our windshield wiper. A piece of the sun, moving with us towards the border, flapping in the wind. Journal, June 16 Xilitla exit, on our way home. Niñas dressed in pleated skirts and white blouses emerge from the jungle on their way to school. […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes It is like a scene from a Fellini movie. Shrieking laughter of women. French music from a boom box. Chop chop chop of a machete. And we, hunkered down in our sleeping bags. Journal, June 13 We exit San Miguel de Allende, travel up and out of town past movie complexes, shopping […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes The Anglos of San Miguel remind me of the frog that happily swims round and round in a pot of cold water, brought so slowly to a boil, that he doesn’t recognize his demise until it’s too late. They still live in “cool” San Miguel, and fail to register the rising destruction of […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes– part 6 But to me, a dreamer of dreams, to whom what is and what seems are often one and the same, the bells of San Blas to me have a strange wild melody, and are something more than a name. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The Bells of San Blas San Blas squats at […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes – part 4 This morning the church bell rang at 5:15. One lonely ring. A pause. And all hell broke loose. Clang, clang, clang-edy clang. Clang. Clang-edy. Clang. Pause. One ring. No obvious rhyme or reason in this place at the end of the road. Journal, Mayo 25 I sit and watch. Under the […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes – part 5 Breathless foam Starfish-laden scaly crest of wave Balloons of stinging jellyfish The crush of birth called beach. Journal, Mayo 27, 2003 We headed southwest, towards the ocean, through gargantuan agri-business fields and tractors to rival my Iowa birthplace. As boring as this was, I was glad to be gone from […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes Across the unforgiving Sierra Madres. There is nothing soft about these mountains, unless you happen upon a view in low light that carries the eye across a widened vista. Journal, Mayo 23 Tom fills up the car with one last tank of American gas in Douglas, Arizona as Susan bids a cell phone […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes Solstice morn. Hot sun on my face. I have been awake since 4:30, Mexico rising to the surface, a wakening jolt of images and smells, not to be forgotten or unwritten. Journal, June 22 We began as three. My husband, Tom, my good friend, Susan, and myself. We began at the top of […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes “Pedro” stands in my parent’s house, a permanent fixture. He is a concrete, life-size Mexican man, in a loose, dirty shirt and dark, baggy trousers held up with a piece of rope. He leans against a light post, a brown beer bottle in one hand, his other arm around the post. His soiled […]
Continue ReadingMexico Notes This place, where people do not say buenos dias , they sing it. Mexican men and women alike. Journal, June 3, 2003 Soon out of San Blas we hit the four-lane cuota. Roller coaster ups and downs, sudden roadwork, tense curves. The road defies gravity. And common sense. It is SO Mexico. We fancy every kilometer of […]
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