Almost certain I’ve never eaten a cucumber before until I bite into a cold pesticide free, extra crop gift of a big bag of cucumbers I decide to pickle and go overboard with the turmeric.
An old Venetian carousel we stumble upon at a loud Mexican town fair we go to - so much old world nostalgia and so fascinating to wonder how it journeyed all the way from Europe to Mexico.
A visit from a dear friend and her eight month old baby for lunch. He naps in my bed and we build a pillow fort around him and the tenderness melts me away.
Cigarettes smoked on summer nights
A busker singing about mazatlan at the taco place we go to once a week
Letting the cat out a million times a day.
Dark rooms with the blinds closed through the day - a trick I learnt in Madrid’s hot summer.
Friends from the nearby mighty Sierra Tarahumara call to whisper about the rains bringing a million flowers and wild mushrooms and I dream of walking barefoot on their land soon.
Summer thunderstorms that always decide to come in the evening when we decide to step out for a walk so obviously we just come home with fresh doughnuts.
And my dreams that are still somewhere far away from here.
