I've been sticking close to home. I suppose it is a learned behavior acquired during the pandemic, but life is quite full within just a few kms. I love the sights and sounds that surround me. I mean, these are the firewood or leñas campesinos, the delivery means, I see all the time.
As I walk the hills near me, I am aware of the sounds in the air. Being a John Cage follower, it's all music to my ears... the dogs barking, roosters crowing, music from bands, moto taxis, the tortilla guy, the gas guys... and the wind... And don't forget about the smells.
The funny and nice thing is that these guys recognize me and we always exchange greetings. I think I am more of an amusement to them as the old gringo... "What's he doing out here?" As the Buddha would say, "I may be insignificant in the universe, but it would not be complete without me in it."
