Again, it must begin with an altar. This version was set up
on 16 Septiembre (¡viva la independencia!), the day after larovrev and I arrived
in
Bahía Asunción, Baja California Sur, México.
And while I have decided to come out in this second blog iteration as the flaming Christian that I am, please know that all I hope -- and, I confess, want -- for you is that you strengthen your connection to whatever/whoever brings out the best in you.
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The Peace Palace Migrates
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The stories of the Dynamic Duo (Susan/a and LaRoVReV) leaving Asunción in mid-febrero for Rosarito, Baja California (one peninsula, two states) to live in a four-bedroom house on the beach (one was devoted to prayer and meditation!) and then abandoning same at the end of agosto for a trek to the USA and then returning here to Asunción a week ago must wait for another time. For now, it’s enough to say that the 4-bedroom was dreamed, oh so briefly, to become “The Peace Palace/Palacio de la Paz” – a Mexican retreat space for USAmerican racial justice workers. Turns out, per the foto, peace needs to be portable and cannot have a fixed address.
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| i cook some GOOD food in RV3 |
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| bodega that used to be a toilet/"shower" |
After another gorging of contents, a place was made for
everything and everything was put in said place. I need an orderly home almost
as much as and as soon as I need an altar to keep my swirling life from driving me to drink (seriously!).
As a treat for both newcomers to Asunción and those readers who may have been around for the first LaRoVReV blog series last year, here are some fotos of why I returned…
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| view from the bed |
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| el pueblo |
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| eastern sky at sunset |
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| moon top leftish |
One of the very, very best aspects of my days here this time
around is that they are often completely empty of other people. I can walk from
one part of home to the other without encountering anyone, just as I can walk
the stretch of beach in front totalmente solita. I can walk into mi pacifico
until it is deep enough to take off my bathing suit. I can make a lot of noise
when circumstances dictate; I can play my rocknroll LOUD and sing along in a
voice only I can love.
All that said, there are people here I cherish because they
have welcomed me back with such warmth and support. And probably because they, as
anyone who wishes to befriend me eventually must, accept with great grace and
good humor that I was born to preach (to hear my parents tell it, I was born
preaching!). Mis amigos Berta y Tomás have a loncheria, where we recently
discussed lord knows what, and lord knows why I felt a need to go on about
whatever that may have been. ¡En español, no less!
And for entertainment, we have The Stuck Truck. It happened
a few days ago a few feet from larovrev, and it was the BEST men-being-men
event I have witnessed in quite some time. You fellas can be hella entertaining
in your natural habitat…
Though I only have a video file of their success (and for the life of me I cannot find a way to insert it), the process took 5 men 5 hours and included about 20 wheelbarrows of sand being packed into the sinkhole, topped with BUNCHA rocks, and even then the huge tow vehicle could not help because there was not enough room to get in front of the stuck truck. In the end, the trusty tractor pulled her out, and she has been coming back every night to park, but not next to that wall! jajajajajaja...
I leave you this time with the unremarkable and yet
delightful birds of Asunción. Clearly my amateurish brokentostadotidbits are
acceptable only if Señor Stuck Truck isn’t cleaning his catch…peace out, my dears.
Again, a photo story is a great idea!
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