Where Am I, Again?

There was a a cool front a few days ago. It has been raining off and on all week. It's just like Louisiana. Saturday is Spanish class, from noon to two. At about 11:30 I started trying to call a taxi. All three numbers I tried were busy. It wasn't raining at that moment, so…

“Vivo en la Calle Olmos”

  I live on Elm Street. The city of Torreón is divided into colonias, which are neighborhoods or boroughs. I live in Colonia Torreón Jardín, which is a sub-division built in the 1970s and possibly the quietest neighborhood in North America. It's completely residential. No shops or restaurants here. There's a park one block from…

Taking Time to Think

My Spanish is so bad. It's so bad that I drank a whole six-pack of Sol before I realized that it was non-alcoholic. It's so bad I bought a bag of mustard seeds in the bulk foods section because I thought maybe it was quinoa. But yesterday I really embarrassed myself. I told the taxi…