I Miss Mexico

It’s been there all my life, just across the Rio Grande. A good day’s drive from any town I’ve lived in, but a heck of a lot closer than New York or Washington, D.C.

Come to think of it, I’ve never been to D.C., and all I’ve seen of New York is the inside of an airport. But I’ve been to Mexico lots of times.

I’ve shopped and dined in border towns, built sand castles on a Yucatan beach, explored pyramids at Chichen Itza, ridden a train into the Copper Canyon, visited a Tarahumari village, taken my car on the hand-pulled ferry at Los Ebanos, and hung out in a cantina in Boquillas del Carmen, next door to Big Bend National Park. Have you heard Robert Earl Keen’s song, “Gringo Honeymoon”?  That’s exactly how it was.