found my bank card

Hi everyone, I tracked down my bank card this morning. Turns out I left it in the bank machine, last time I used it a couple of weeks ago. This may sound difficult to do, but it happens all the time at this particular bank machine. What happens is, you complete your transaction, you get your money, then a few seconds later you get your receipt, then, about five quiet seconds after that, your card comes out. I have often seen people leave without their cards. I have even chased somebody down the street with one! ''Senora! Senora!'' I usually pay close attention, but must have been caffeine deficient that particular day, and there was nobody in line behind me, to chase me down the street! Fortunately, some honest, kind soul turned my card in to the bank, and I just had to present my passport, and they went and got it for me. Relief. But I suspected this is what had happened, because I had scoured my room, twice.


Last night after I posted, I ran into a friend as I was passing through the Jardin, tears welling up at the thought of leaving all this beauty and love and warmth behind. It has been so good for me to be here. After talking about life and magic and writing and signs, and how people end up in San Miguel, and staying, and leaving, and standing on the bridge, watching the sky turn purple down Canal Street, and an Americano, and some mocha gelato, mariachis, action in the Jardin, I had a good sleep, and after chewing everything over, I am coming back to Canada as planned. I can`t deny that it is the right thing to do. This morning I heard myself saying to myself "you must be strong!" Because it is hard to leave this place, and because going to Ontario this summer is the right thing. Can't deny it when you know it.

But I am also coming back to Mexico, soon. I can't deny that either.

Hasta luego,
Jacquie