I went to pick my mom up at the airport on Wednesday evening, and I was the only one on the train over to meet the incoming flight.
Going solo to the arrivals area made me think of being the sole passenger on the bus home from Tlacochahuaya. And, the airport tram is as thudding and rickety as Sexy Boy’s coach or the disco bus that always had every window open to let darkness in and the music out.
On this conveyer, though, I was really alone. There is not even a conductor or music, just a voice insisting I hold on tight.