piningshaft

So I was sitting on one of the benches in the zocalo here in Oaxaca yesterday evening and this beautiful Oaxacan girl walks up to me and asks me if I would help her practice her english. We sat there for hours, on the bench, each of us trying to communicate using a language we didn't know how to use. My spanish was a bit better that her english, but still it was frustrating. Wonderfully frustrating. I can't think of a much better way to spend an evening really.

Being on the road again... it's like a fog is clearing from inside me head. The depression and angst and anti-social feelings I'm usually plagued with are subsiding. Instead of hiding in my room and wanting the world to go away I want to go out and meet people and look at my email inbox that I've ignored for months and reply to emails and log on to sg and say hi to everyone.

so, like, um, hi.