Oct. 18, 2005 — I greeted the Mexican tamale lady in Spanish the other day as I walked through our post office parking lot. She wondered if I wanted any tamales and I was pleased to get my verb tense right as I said, again in Spanish, that I had just eaten.
In the post office, a woman who cleans it and a man who who is on the volunteer fire department were chatting about dancing. I see them both at some of the local dances. I greeted a couple of other friends while I waited in line to send some packages.
When I got to the door of the post office on my way out, I didn’t resist the bake sale that the Crestone Peaceworkers were putting on for KRZA, the public radio station in nearby Alamosa. I was acquainted with both the women working there — one is an incredibly gifted painter.
As I drove home munching on a granola brownie, I reflected on how much I feel a part of the fabric of life here. We were beginning to get a good bit of that in our little town in Mexico, but this is something that takes time. Living in Mexico will take some time to show us how it works there. And will we feel as at home there eventually? It’s not just knowing people, it’s also feeling some pretty deep connections.
Stay tuned. .. I will.
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