I asked one of my fellow teachers if she ever wonders what the heck she is doing here in Oaxaca. She said she starts nearly every day like this.
I had been feeling under the weather and had had little other than Gatorade and Pedialyte since I had seen her last. I wasn’t sure if I was going to feel strong enough for the trek out to town and then for two hours with my rambunctious class, but once we got rolling, I felt fine again, stronger, as if I could eat anything. I knew that was probably a myth, but when 6:00 came around, I decided, as normal, to linger and watch Tlacochahuaya’s traffic.
I still will have daily occasions that demand I consider why I am here. And, then I will have moments like this evening.
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