Then and Now.
I remember my last trip to Guanajuato the summer before my senior year. I got caught in the rain one night and had to run all the way to the hotel. I had gone to this little restaurant where they had the biggest tamales you've ever seen. The rain started a minute or two after i left.

My jeans were big on me, so i ran laughing the whole way while trying to pull them up like some thug.

That was where i had my first real beer and a taste of a different style of living.

I was fine then.

Now i find myself going back there again but this time for another reason then the last.

It'll be good to get away from here.
I didn't stop to think about that part until now.

Maybe this will be a good trip after all.



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posted on 2012-12-13 @ 2:08 p.m.