Mama

Mama arrived last night, after an uneventful trip. She made up for it this morning, by tripping on an uneven piece of sidewalk, about four blocks after we left my apartment. She went down with the speed of light, smashing face first into the pavement, and bleeding from the mouth and nose. A guardian angel, a local man who speaks English, appeared out of thin air, called a paramedic, who was there with the speed of sound. The paramedic was thorough, checking her before even allowing her to roll over or sit up. He cleaned up her lip and nose, checked her blood pressure, which was fine. People gathered, out of concern not curiosity, many squeezing my shoulder or arm, expressing their good wishes. Our angel flagged down a cab ('not that street, they cost too much; this street, they are cheaper'), and rode home with mama and me, helping to get her up the steps to our apartment. George, I can not thank you enough for being so kind! You are an angel!

So, mama is asleep now, with an Angeline Jolie lip and serious drunkard's nose. The bleeding is slowing down, and will stop soon. Bienvenidos a Merida, mama! I think I need that tequila now, please...