Spawning Bedtime Tales
When I visit Zacatecas, I depend on Antonio Muro to drive me from the airport to the hotel. After I collect my bag from the carousel, I see Antonio waiting for me patiently beyond the security checkpoint, holding a sign with my name on it.
He shepherds me to a nondescript, battered vehicle of uncertain vintage, and we begin the half-hour drive into the city center. I can see little through the passenger-side windshield, because it is shattered. (Has it been hit by a bullet? Have the drug wars come to Zacatecas?)
I fish my camera from my pocket and aim it at the spider-webbed glass. I need proof that I survived this dangerous journey. Antonio laughs and keeps on driving, although how he manages to hold his vehicle on the road—no suspension, lousy steering—is a milagro!
multiply in Mexico
spawning bedtime tales
Text and photo © 2012 by Magical Mystical Teacher
Photo: On the airport road, Zacatecas, México
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