Reading Devil's Highway made me think about my "adopted daughter" Maria in Oaxaca. The "coyotes" or guides call the emigrants "Oaxacas" because Oaxaca is such a poor state peopled by various indigenous people who often don't even speak Spanish. I hope that Maria is teaching and making life better for the next generation of "Oaxacas"
When I get home, it will be Advent. Christmas lost its magic for me a long time ago. Christmas is for small children and we have only great-niece and nephew in our family. I don't need or want much that I don't have. I have way too much even to live comfortably. Part of travel is just getting away from my "things".
In my first two weeks back, I will have M.'s band gig, the opera, a charity auction and a Christmas party. I will worry about my daughter's job, my mother's health, my weight and my husband's late nights. I just realized a few days ago that I had not seen my dad alive for a year. Only on my computer desktop, will I ever again see his awkward smile. I'm like him, I grimace at the camera. Monsieur will sing Christmas carols at the nursing home and for the first time, his mother will not be there.
The worst part is that what I thought would be a leisurely drive, Monsieur and me together, is going to be a marathon so that we can make this gig. Tempers will flair and nerves unravel.
Perspective! Perspective! I am a very lucky woman to be able to explore as much as I do. All of these things are part of the daily life of a woman in her seventh decade. I have many dear friends and family members that I will be happy to see again!