running to my host brothers football game, eating pico in the street, reading letters from long lost loved ones, talking with strangers, drinking carrot juice and loving life in ocotal at the moment. but that feels incomplete, coming home from leon and las peñitas yesterday i was thrilled to back in ocotal and could not of been happier and it is that feeling of familiarity that i am happy about not just that i love ocotal. i love living here and love being here and i feel comfortable here and wanted here and no longer like a total outsider.


and my mom here, marcela, is sick. that sucks.

demetrio