95 – Waterfalls

Ana-Maria stared at me in disbelief outside our front doors.  “¡No hay cascadas de agua por aquí!”  There are no waterfalls around here, she insisted.  Yes, I said, well not in the pueblo, no, but up there, up in the mountains.  I pointed vaguely upwards, or northwards, sort of over there …. Continue reading

94 – Priceless

It wasn’t the best of days.  But as the stranger who helped me said, “You can tell a lot about a person by how they react to difficult situations.”  He should know – he had watched two or three people every day drive into the same bollard I had driven into.  He had waited with some of them, too, for the tow-truck, though some (he said) were so rude that he didn’t bother. Continue reading