The dead (end) streets marked the beginning of (new) life.
Cruising down an eight-lane highway without a single soul in LA on the road, a wave of relief swept through me.
The LACSA terminal was filled with so many Latinos, I thought I already arrived in Guatemala.
Slept the majority of the flight, only to wake up and watch the sun rise. Camera in hands, I whipped up some creamy photos to take in my arrival. Mountains stacked above oceans of clouds. Drop down through butter and discover valleys below.
Before I know it, I'm in Tita's car with Paola on the way to their house. I'm staying with my housekeeper's family here (the lovely lovely Reyna). Solo Espanol. I feel I'm improving a lot and its only been two hours. This English seems pretty hypocritical...
Despues de un gran desayuno con huevos, frijoles, crema, queso, chile picante, y jugo, nosotros desempacamos mi maleta.
Now, I dive off to a warm slumber. The sun is out and I am still in still mode. Time for rest. Hasta luego.
Daveeeed
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