alone on a landing near the foot of a long stairway leading up
to an old church known as El Calvario when it hit me what
I just did and a big ole' smile begins to stretch across my face.
it's past midnight, I'm looking down on families - children and
all - sitting on simple wooden benches eating at the homemade
taco stands that appear here every night at around sundown. Light
bulbs hang willy-nilly from the makeshift electrical "network"
that the taco venders improvise each night.
is visiting her parents in the States
that's why I'm alone.
And I'm thinking to myself,
am I out here?"
and my mind answers,
you can't sleep when Annette is gone and being around people makes
you feel less lonely."
But my mind was not thinking
I was thinking to myself in Spanish!
That is when the big ole' smile spreads across my face.
is selling toasted, lime-and-chili covered
grasshoppers by the kilo (want a taco?)