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I don’t even know where to begin. How about we’re all OK. Mom and dad got many inquires from around the world. People wanted to know if we had survived the earthquake, that according to some media outlets, had devastated several states. Of course this is the media, and not true. The damage was real but limited to two states, both on the pacific coast. It was tremors that were felt in several states. Mom and dad felt the tremor, I didn’t. Slept through the whole thing.
One friend wrote,
“How ya all doin?” She is not from Texas but that’s the way she writes.
And another friend wrote,
“. . . heard about the earthquake. Hope you-all are well. Haven’t heard any details but I hope the damage isn’t too great. Let us know how you are — and a hug for Vic (in his generation same-sex hugs are OK).”
I was particularly pleased that the inquires used “ya all” and “you all”. That meant I was included. As for the same-sex hug stuff, the more hugging the better. Everyone wants a piece of me here in Mexico.
Mom, being a master of relaying cool, wrote back,
“It woke us up. We had no idea what was happening. It was wicked. Then we went back to sleep. In Coatepec NO PASA NADA NUNCA (nothing ever happens). Victor has a stuffy nose . . .”
Ah yes, my stuffy nose. Mom sent out a WhatsApp message letting people know I had what she called the “la gripe”. It was complete with a picture of me. Of course people were really concerned but not as concerned as they were when dad followed with a picture with the caption “Yo tambien” (me also). He looked terrible and everyone was very concerned. They forgot all about me. Only thing is he was faking it. I wasn’t! I guess it was similar to the fake news everyone has been going on about. Or dad simply craves attention. I should talk to mom!
Speaking of dad, they call him a gringo around these parts. We know this because the place that does our laundry came looking for an errant shirt that had been returned with our cloths. The laundry did not have our address but the lady that processed dad’s order, and was looking for the shirt, described dad to the security guard at the entrance to our neighbourhood as a tall thin guy who struggles with his Spanish.
“El gringo?” was the security guard’s reply before telling her where dad lived.
I wonder if they will stop calling me leche and start calling me gringo when I get older.
And yes, there have been hurricanes. There has been one after the other. Mom says it is hurricane season. Each one of them brings a lot of rain. In Coatepec we never feel the full force of the hurricane, just the rains. It has been raining for three weeks now. That’s why dad had to take our cloths to the laundry only to learn that he was a gringo.
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