I am smiling chuckling- we had so much fun there in Juarez.
I am high in Copper Canyon along the train line in the little town of Areponapuchi.
My room at Mansion Tarahumara is littered with scrawled papers, open books, dirty socks, half empty and stale tequila glasses…and I am deeply happy as I think back on the journey.
The walk across Juarez was so filled with jokes, laughter, affection, and friendship…that I just smile as I reflect.
I was deeply blessed and enriched by those steps across that troubled place- what an incredible trip.
The story is finished- or begun- not sure.
My old Tecate pen runs our of ink. I am about to run out of words to express all that was given me there.
Yet I will never fathom the depth of the storehouse of gifts I have from the people of Juarez.
Thank you Eduardo and Augustine and Esty and Sonia and Lorenzo and Gustavo and Sergio and Thomas and Liz and Antonio and Sol…
And most of all to my dear friend and brother, Alfredo Murillo. Thank you “Mr. Fettuccine” for the good van support, the translating, the food you found, the words of encouragement. Except hold it! You are the one that said this walk was “a good thought but not a good idea”!
I love you jovencito, and I look forward to many more journeys with you through Chihuahua. May your tribe increase.
“You got it! Go for it gringo!”
I needed that.