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 papayasFanciest building on the street, fancier than the blue house. Lots of praying.The traffic I must fight to get to workWhere one can stop for breakfast tacos or late night sopsThe cantina I shouldn’t go in because I’m female
The local chicken placeThe sports field, growing overThe 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. http://www.naatikmexico.comMy 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.
