This morning, as I headed for the zocalo to have a coffee and the informal intercambio I’ve become accustomed to with the sellers of all sorts of things, I spied this assembly in celebration of more formal education and was delighted for all of the ways we learn together and on our own.
The women here especially find me strange, think it’s impossible: to not like to dance, to travel on my own, and
to live life without any children (between them, they have nine) of my own.
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