Goodbye Mexico

I can’t quite believe it but it’s time.

I’m not up for writing a full piece on how this incredible year has affected me — I think I’ll only begin to understand its impact once I’ve been home a while. Instead, I’m going to end with this pictorial account of what has been my daily commute, as much to show you as to help me remember that there is always an alternative to riding the subway two hours a day.

Thank you for reading! Muchas Donas signing off from Mexico, hoping to make the next chapter as sweet 🙂

Overgrown limestone jungle mound soon to be someone’s new home. Or not. This has been sitting like this for six months.
1/3 parking space, 2/3 house.
The store on the corner with adult-sized tricycle parked.
Our Alcoholics Anonymous where the alcoholics meet outside, thus canceling out the “anonymous.”
Giant blue house.
My favorite house on my street, home to the guy who sells fresh coconut water.
Traditional house compound.
Streetside papayas
Fanciest building on the street, fancier than the blue house. Lots of praying.
The traffic I must fight to get to work
Where one can stop for breakfast tacos or late night sops
The cantina I shouldn’t go in because I’m female


The local chicken place
The sports field, growing over
The church from which the occasional sounds of pan flutes emit.
The hardware store on the corner. The cross on the top is occasionally accompanied by a dog


The amazing language school where I’ve worked. Na’atik Language and Cultural Institute. You should support this program.
My desk. For the first time in my life I’ll miss a work desk.











The Gas Imperial truck that announces it’s in the neighborhood with a recording of children singing about kerosene.



5 thoughts on “Goodbye Mexico

  1. Thank you for posting these great photos of a place where people live, work, pray, play, and go to meetings. It has been a joy following you on this adventure and trust that we will be seeing more writing from you in the future.

    I will, however, probably think of you as “Muchas Donas” forever if you don’t write something else soon that will help dissolve the donut imprint on my brain. We must never meet at Dunkies. I’m sure it would undo any deprogramming I might be able to effect.

    Best wishes to you, and keep writing. I love your style.



  2. So sad that this interlude is ending. I just called your mom and said, “tell me that it isn’t so….” Loved reading every single piece.


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