Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Mexico

Blazing heat, sun-dried desert, lizards and snakeskin boots.
Full figured, raven haired, morally ambiguous, ill-intentioned women.
Tequila, cloudy with worms, harsh and free spirited, testing your commitment.
Greasy, mustachioed grifters fleecing hungover gringos.
A corner bar with swinging doors flapping in the breeze, sign hanging
crookedly on one hook above, sawdust and flies.
Dangerous bartenders with crooked smiles.
Serapes, mariachis, Besame Mucho, sombreros;
tamales, chili, black beans and rice, Mexican sangria (more kick).
Dusty children fleecing hungover gringos.
North Americans live to work; Mexicans work to live.
Long, crazy nights and late, lazy mornings.
Mexico.
Sounds good to me.

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