Diary of a traveler - Miami/09 - Day 1
how some things have changed ...
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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yesterday I came very timely, even earlier than the airline announced. The immigration and customs processes were fairly simple, not put any inconvenience to my entry. When I left, I looked quickly the face of my mother and my sister, expected to be there, but no, not yet arrived for the first time in my travels in this country nobody was leaving me. Was a symptom of what has been the new family configurations, the new movements. I waited about forty-five minutes they arrived and could give them the desired comfort hug.
We took the bus to go home. The J first brought us to Miami Beach and then the new T who took us to Sunny Isles. I got totally hungry and sleepy, my mother is also starting the hunger, but appointed a revealing phrase for the situation: "If you can, if we can." "What do you mean?" I asked. "If you can go to the airport bus. One idea that has not, but we can." "Sure. You can do many more things than you think, just not trying." Then smile.
We left the luggage at home and ate something in Pollo Tropical, which is like a Cuban version Kokoriko in taste and style, and returned home. I was falling sleep, so I let myself be dragged by fatigue to the bed. Before I moved and I accompanied my mother to pray the novena.
I lay around 8 pm. I slept only 15 hours until today at 11:30 am. That pleasant way to relax.
PS: Again I note that some of these texts are more intent on bringing the writing as a profession and discipline. But save the seed of revelation, at least for me.
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