Alas we are at it again... Yes we have moved and I can barely feel my feet under me, mostly I think because they are wet and frozen. I come to you from yet another mexiroccan experience, the great puddle of Portlandia. Yes no more straight from the mercado dispatches, no more flaunting my memela and tamales de mole powers, no more colorful Sunday strolls in the sun bathed (sometimes scortched) streets of mi enamorada... la linda Oaxaca.
Enter BIG SIGH!... Sniff sniff...
Alright! I admit I am being a l i t t l e - b i t t y - b i t overly dramatic, but heck it goes with the territory, I'M A CITY GIRL not a frontiers woman! Give me some cement, some chaos, some crazy fight-for-your-life lines and I'll feel right at home. Okay, and yes, I am exaggerating the whole never-Oaxaca-this-and-that-talk a l i t t l e - b i t t y - b i t like a tween-aged-girl who just found out Justin Bieber is going steady thus crushing all of her hopes and dreams of ever touching his oh-so-perfect hair.
WE WILL BE BACK IN Oaxaca soon enough. What can I say, we caught, or to be more accurate, WE ATE the chapulin bug a long time ago and Oaxaca is no longer a question mark in our minds, it has become part of our home. A place where being not quite Mexican, and not quite gringo feels comfortable and uncomfortable enough for us to be happy. So like a couple of good telenovela lovers riding a never ending see-saw of romance dysfunctionality of an on-and-off again relationship, our torrid wonderful affair has no fin in sight...Ce la vie de le pocho-mexicaine!
Back to my sulking...
So in a not so small nutshell... Yes we have moved. Yes I live in green beautiful woodsy rainlandia. Yes I am surrounded by most often tragically hip hipsters, the brawny man and other woodskeepers ( I am guessing I'll soon bump into the keebler elves), and of course the gringo/a-one-love-rasta-mans/womans.
Here's a snap shot of my life now days:
Walk into my local coffee shop where I often feel like I have entered some other dimension. You know the feeling, it's like in that program Star-Trek where they can beam you up or down to another planet or galaxy, except you get this creeping feeling that someone must have pressed the wrong button on the control panel! Okay, back to the coffee shop where M and I are now the only two non-'hip', non-mustache, non-beard contest winners, or 70s wearing, bike riding, comPOST GENIES... In other words we are the only two ni de aquí ni de alla straight from the streets of East Los and La Estrella Oaxaca, mixed-up, non-white humans in the building. HELL! I feel like some sort of minority statistic just walking into a place these days.
Can't help but think of that book by Dr. Seuss, the one everyone gets for graduating high-schoolers and fresh-off-the-block 21 year college graduates... Oh! the Places You'll Go... yep. Funny.
And so with that thought, I bid this blog entry adieu for now ;)
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