Mi Mexico

Woke up with Mexico on my mind. Maybe because I had been staring at the photos I took of San Miguel de Allende that hang above my computer, instead of working.

Listening to Jose Alfredo Jimenez, again and again. Visited his home in Dolores, Hidalgo this summer, well the outside as it has yet to reopen as a museum. I imagine it should be run much like the casa azul de Frida.

Finally followed up on an offer to work on the digital divide in the Yucatan. Justifying travel by working on an ed tech project. The trip in January sounding like the travel and Mexico fix I need. Vamos a ver.

Julietta Venegas is in concert at my favorite venue the Fillmore. Wondering how I can be there and meet my deadlines all at the same time.

Called home and said I was having Mexico-itis and she new exactly what I was talking about. She was listening to Lola Beltran and reading the Sunday paper with my papi. Laughed when I told her I was craving fresh hot churros from the big hot vats of sizzling oil, like you can only find in front of the catedral, con azucar y canela. She sounded happy, told me that we had plans with my primos that would be in town for family dinner at my Padrinos. Asked also what she should cook for me when I am home, heard my papi say he tivo'd the Latin Grammy's, and I insisted again this trip the tree would go up. The phone conversation between the three of us went on, talking one over the other, switching comfortably from Spanish to Ingles with familiar rhythm and sin pausa... and then she said "mija, go to Julietta Venegas." Love her.

"Mi corazon tropeso en la vida, por un carino tal vez muy cruel...y ya que pensando con la cabeza pa que llorar" Don Jose Alfredo Jimenez