Your senses open quickly as each door closes on the familiar. I let the colors fill me, pour life back into each void, and release that empty space that I once called home. The blue of the sky is beyond any imagination. In Spanish, Azul. Oh, yes. How many shades of yellow are there in the Mexican rainbow? Reds like a fiery lover?
The burdens I carry are suddenly lighter. In the distance, I hear laughter and then gentle music rising from the Jardin. The happiness that drifts everywhere exudes the sweetness that I soon come to know as Mexico.
I walk my own geography in an entirely different way as I move across the cobblestone streets, all with strange sounding names: Hospicio, Quebrada, Mesones, Tenerias. As I turn right onto Orizaba, I find yet another world.
