21 Mar “You shouldn´t be here. It´s dangerous.” Me: Challenge accepted. Hold my coffee.
It´s 9pm in Tecate.
I am between the border crossing and the OXXO at the bottom of the hill; on the right is my favorite taco stand–3 tacos de carne asada and an orange soda, please.
I can barely see him in the darkness.
He looks at me.
“You shouldn´t be here. It´s dangerous.”
I pause; keep going down the hill or turn back around?
Later that night, getting into my car in the parking lot on the other side, the US, I wonder about that; I wonder but I don´t try to understand; I let it go.
“You shouldn´t be here.”
I have just crossed the border on foot in San Ysidro; I am at the start of a bridge; I pause and don´t say anything.
Later that night, after waiting in line to return to the US, I´m in my car–I wonder but I let it go.
I don´t know it yet, but I´ll learn.
I don´t understand it, but I can consider what I do know.
I don´t know how to succeed, but I can try.
I don´t think I can go much farther, but I can go a little.
I don´t think that I can write a blog, but I did.
I don´t think that I can write more then 30 pages for a book, but, in time, I passed 300, then wrote more.