The other morning, the gas truck rolled by, dragging metal chains through the streets and playing that familiar high-pitched and generally annoying recording over and over. and over and over. and over and over. Typically, they pass by for the first time in the morning at around 7am. And typically, I think "Pinche gas truck, who needs gas right now? No one! Who needs sleep right now? Me!" But a few days ago, when I heard that sound, waking me up a good 20 minutes before my alarm was set to go off, while my dreams were still disintegrating images at the backs of my eyes, I immediately thought, "Oh, dear, I am going to miss this place."
My time in Mexico is winding down all of a sudden, and very, very quickly. Though I've been here for about 5 months, now it seems like I just arrived on the OCC yesterday, blinking into the early San Cristobal sun, slightly disoriented and lost and confused. I'll probably leave town in a similar fashion but I've gotta lotta faith, at least.
12 June 2008
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