June 3, 1992. Tonala, Mexico. Journal Excerpt
it rained during the night
we are in a small town called tonala
there is one hotel; hotel tonala
the roads here are slabs of rock – no traffic to speak of
last night we walked around the town
children play in the streets at night when it’s cooler
simple games like leap-frog, games with balls and sticks
on every block there was at least one young couple sitting on the curb or front
porch, facing one another, touching, talking, laughing
a sweet and innocent courting – most likely chaperoned
yesterday when we arrived, walking through town looking for a hotel we got lots of
curious looks. we passed a schoolyard and children ran to the gate, giggling,
watching us pass. i said hello to them, which caused quite an outburst