I thought the world was small when I was in Ann Arbor. Things just got a whole lot smaller, and crazier. I remember it like it was yesterday; I was in Mr. Fuehrer's gym class late 2004, we were "practicing" push-ups when the sweaty gymnasium door swung open. There stood a secretary with a most menecing looking Hispanic male. "Okay class, this is Juan..." announced the secretary and without further instruction shoved the boy through the doors and left. Juan stood there not saying a word. The exact details of how we came to conversing has passed me now (something about how to say 'push-up' in Spanish.) To make a really short story even shorter, we got to talking and it turns out that Juan wasn´t really that menicing and more incredibly he is from about 10 miles where I was born! So from San Bernadino County, California to Ann Arbor, Michigan, the two of us...unreal. Fast foreward to last week, the place: The plaza in the centro of Temascalcingo. I´m on my way to work, minding my own business, when my hat gets knocked off from behind. I reel around, half expecting it to be the playful wind, when I see the goofiest Mexican smile I´d ever seen, and, you guessed it...Juan. To make a short conversation even shorter, we both question what the other was doing here and where the other one is living and good to see you and what not, and went on our merriest of ways. I've seen him twice in the calle since then, and every time I can´t help to think of what a small world it is. San Bernadino to Ann Arbor to Temascalcigo...inconcievable! The above picture was taken from atop a giant boulder in Cruz Blanca, Colonia La Magdalena. I live somewhere in the extreme right, just before the body of water (which happens to be the haunted dam) and just over the outcropping of rocks in the not-so-foreground.
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