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Sep 1Liked by Shoni

Tell your tales…I am reminded of my own memories…

The afternoon I went to see a Mexican guy from my school. I had just turned twenty. Studying in Guadalajara.

No way to reach him to coordinate. I’d figure it out and have an adventure!

Turned out he wasn’t there - he’d left his tiny rented room and gone home for the weekend.

I stayed for a while…to talk and laugh and learn with little neighbors playing on the street.

Then it got dark. Fast. Not like Alaska, where it can take hours for the sun to set when the weather is warm.

The neighborhood swirled and the energy of the night shifted. Suddenly everything felt uncertain.

Then, by some flowing consensus, the little ones (three? six? five? years old) circled around me, chatting and laughing and tugging gently at my hands. They danced me down the street to a public bus stop and waited in a ring - between me and all the men who had appeared - until I was safely on board.

It might have been a very different adventure.

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Thanks for sharing that, sounds heart warming! Glad you got where you needed to go. Funny how you don't consider those 'natural' differences, like the changing length of a day, when you cross lines of latitude. I always find things feel 'upside down' when I go north of the equator and I get lost easily.

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