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“Hola amigo, lo siento, un poco español…que es eso?” I ask what the soup is, it’s called ‘consomé,’ emphasis on the last syllable. Do I dip a taco in it or do I drink it by itself? Well, preferably, I dip some longcut and drink some Blue Light, but that’s not the question. Me and…
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“What if you die in your sleep?” “Well, if I do, I won’t care much about the photo. So what if the wall collapses over night?” So I took a picture after an argument with myself. The walls looked southern European, and I was enthralled. It’s a pleasant view of some plastered and painted wall…
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“What are we?” “I don’t see it.” A loose translation of a conversation, Heard in a park after it was dark. Crowds swelled in the nearby green space, I liked it dark, they couldn’t see my face. Some dude laying it on as best he could, In the morning he’ll ask himself why he would.…
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Today, I walked to an empty park bench near a statue of Benito Juárez. I got situated on the bench and looked up at the statue. My eyes were pulled down by a homeless person getting comfortable on the ground next to the statue, switching sides like all side-sleepers do. There is no way to…
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I wrote something akin to a poem this morning. I don’t know if it’s a poem. Poetry seems to have a lot of rules but it goes like this, it goes: “I wake up cuddled in a blanket, staying warm during a chilly night. You start the day in the same way, wrapped up until…
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I was hot and tired and needed a drink yesterday. I came up to a woman and what did she say? “Horchata, naranja, tejate,” she was selling. Tejate was my choice. I had seen signs in town and saw strange liquids in people’s cups while walking around, and thought that must be the mysterious tejate.…
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I went for a great long walk through town today and thought to myself: “What an opportunity I have to live in this cool place for a while. I had better make the most of it. I really don’t want to waste this time I have here…but that damn phone. Learn more Spanish to have…
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My early impressions of Oaxaca: I thought it was going to be a cool place and it has exceeded my imagination. A clutch rebound after the BRICK that was Tijuana. There are quaint little shops everywhere you go here. Things smell good, they smell loved and well-cared for like my mother’s house. The people seem…
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On way my way to the aeropuerto… They would have skewered me in this neighborhood. So the money I paid la policía just went to police criminals instead of street criminals. (More on that later.) There is something so intoxicating about this place, about the Spanish speaking world. It’s so scary when you don’t know…
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