December 26, 2009

This morning, on my way to Spanish Class, I passed the same ancient gentleman, dressed in the traditional Mayan clothing, that has greeted me every morning I have walked to school. He extends a hand, wishes me a good morning, looks into my eyes, and smiles. I have come to enjoy this daily ritual, and realize that I will miss greeting him every morning.

Yes, I will miss him indeed.

Tomorrow, I ride.