More Slowly Please

"Despacio!" My sewing teacher yelps at me. "Mas despacio! Por favor!” My translator, a young Mayan kid, takes a gulp off of his pineapple Boing soda and says, “Not fast, not going so fast.” It takes me a minute to realize that Roberto is speaking to me. I am concentrating on pumping the treadle on … Continue reading More Slowly Please


A Broken Pot of Mayonaysa

“Come to Sisal.” I insisted. “You’ll see real Mexico there and it will be way cooler,” I promised. I have never been to Sisal, and the students that had gone the previous year had not filled me in on the place. But I assumed that if Woolman Hill was going, it had to be fantastic.