i love checking visitor statistics of the blog, to see what kind of searches find themselves in the through the looking glass threshold. to my delight, many have to do with specifically mexican things. things like "ricolino kranky," "how to cure empacho rub legs/back of legs," "mexican wrestler plastic figurines," "escamoles food illness," and "xoloitzcuintli and pottery." i hope they found out something new and worthwhile about this new country of mine, even if it does have to do with edible dogs or food illness (not necessarily in that order, i might clarify).
to my further delight, some send me on wonderfully fun imaginings of the people who type in their searches. yet i'm left somehow, oddly sad, knowing that they were surely disappointed when they clicked my link. these folks were looking for things like "popcorn kernel stuck in throat home remedies," "nude mennonite," "photo essay of women in bed wearing curlers," "extraction of capsaicin with solvent," and "blended scenes in the force that through the green fuse drives the flower."
i still wonder what the last one was really looking for.
but today, a day spent walking around town on errands, later to trade rain-soaked denim for stretchy yoga cotton, shedding soaked black socks at the back patio door, someone searched for what i admit is me. except it doesn't have to do with being a redneck (i think, anyway), and more to do with having a good deal of freedom while, seemingly paradoxically, bound to someone else. patricio would laugh and agree that i'm oh, so often:
"barefoot at home" AND "married"
who knows? maybe the google searcher found what they were looking for. in finding patricio, i know i sure did.