Ecstasis -- outside myself -- another person looking in at my own self. Daniel came by to ask if I'd heard anything and to congratulate me @ us when he'd heard from me I'd won. *grin*
Maria came by after work. I introduced her to my cousin twin and told her I'd won. She laughed and smiled and gave me a big hug and a kiss (or three). I made cups of te negro -- black tea -- for the three of us. Felt like this was all make believe -- I had to be dreaming, I couldn't have won and now be making famous English tea for my brother and girlfriend in my little apartment across Fourth Street from the park in Tijuana....
Then we went to a free evening dance performance on the outdoor plaza esplanade at CECUT.
"Can I tell him?" Daniel asked me.
"What? Who?"
"Can I tell my landlord Carlos that you wrote about him at the bullfight?"
"Oh yes... I hope he likes it."
There are so many things I see but forget to write. *sigh* The sweet blast of banda trumpets, the frangrant twist of mariachi, the patter and beat of street hucksters calling out their wares and services. The cry of babies and comforting coo of their mamas, or their angry words urging older children to hurry along, hurry along. The roar of busses and cars....