That black kitten of my heart is still keeping me curious, even after a year of writing about Mexico, my looking glass house. And within this country of wonderland things, I've discovered other mirrors, sometimes in events, sometimes in people, sometimes in serendipity--even in a deep, stone, square-shaped cistern. They show me my reflection, at times clear, at times blurred, even by my own tears. But the sure thing is that they reflect someone new each time: a me that changes and learns and wonders with new friends, my sweet husband, bites of sugared fig, paid phone bills and countless wild rides on the bus.
This blog, I hope, has been a good mirror, too--a reflection of Mexico as I see it, from where I live. Thanks for looking into it with me, perhaps even stepping through. It will be a Monday-ish blog this year, scaling back to a day a week after having turned one year old. And I know that the mischievous black kitten will keep the looking glass in good form; after all, this blog was it's fault entirely.
¡Gracias for reading!