Countdown to lockdown

He was among the first signs of life I saw this morning.  Clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and white face mask, he hefted a family-size pack of toilet paper under each arm.

This plaza, with its three strips of dog feces-laden grass, is the closest we have to a park.  It has its regulars; the old men who come to play checkers, mothers lining the benches as their children play, the guys drinking cans at all hours.  It’s a working-class neighborhood and this meager plaza is very much a part of the daily social fabric. Continue reading “Countdown to lockdown”

A sigh of relief

Riding the bus out through the mountains surrounding San Martin, I felt nothing but a sense of relief.  It was as if my own mountain-sized burden had tumbled off my back and was left there, dust settling around it, as we rolled on homeward to Madrid. Continue reading “A sigh of relief”