six months pass so incredibly quickly. as we drove out of the city on the bus LJT turned to me and said "i remember this place". six months passing in el DF translates for us into more traffic, more green, more sun, and more feeling aplastado by the city.
on the highway to oaxaca i lay back, tried to ignore the movies, and let LJT sleep with his feverish head on my lap. i watched the day turn once again into night. as always i could see pico de orizaba away in the distance. this time it was covered in snow and stood out strikingly against the rosy lilac sky.
a dicho, a mexicanism came to me as i sat there. something that has been running through my head for months unspoken but nonetheless pestering my peace of mind. all my thoughts during my time in toronto came into focus, and i was even suddenly presented with a filter for examining my relationships.
they say: Sólo en la agonía de despedirnos somos capaces de comprender la profundidad de nuestro amor.
once past puebla and all through our first full day here all the little reasons for loving mexico came back to me. seatbelts on the buses, burros on the side of the highway, concrete structures set up to sell tacos y tortas y cocas to travellers, their love of children, honest staring (or, for that matter, interest in the people around them), the general willingness to sit and do nothing but enjoy the morning and watch the world, the welcome back, the laughter.
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