I'm
alone on a landing near the foot of a long stairway leading up
to an old church known as El Calvario when it hit me what
I just did and a big ole' smile begins to stretch across my face.
Although
it's past midnight, I'm looking down on families - children and
all - sitting on simple wooden benches eating at the homemade
taco stands that appear here every night at around sundown. Light
bulbs hang willy-nilly from the makeshift electrical "network"
that the taco venders improvise each night.
Annette
is visiting her parents in the States… that's why I'm alone.
And I'm thinking to myself,
"Why
am I out here?"
and my mind answers,
"Because
you can't sleep when Annette is gone and being around people makes
you feel less lonely."
But my mind was not thinking
in English… I was thinking to myself in Spanish!
That is when the big ole' smile spreads across my face.
She
is selling toasted, lime-and-chili covered
grasshoppers by the kilo (want a taco?)
and share our
visions & goals in the hopes that
through collaborating we will be able to have a greater
and more effective impact throughout Latin America.
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