MeXscape

Subtitled “Stuck”

The Monday before last, the cleaning lady was coming for our “move-in” cleaning. She is terrified of dogs, so we decided to pack them up and take them somewhere. We had been wanting to take them to the beach, so we opened up the map to look for a location that appeared suitably isolated.

I am pleased to announce the addition of a new author to MeXscape. We warmly welcome Bodie Kellogg, a natural born story teller. I originally came across Bodie's writing on the MazInfo list, and he has graciously allowed me to reprint them here.

We just moved in. We are the only foreigners on our street. Our neighbors keep their distance and watch us a lot. We know we are living in a fish bowl. We would like to introduce ourselves, but when we walk down the street, people go inside and watch out the windows. What are we to do?

Cubans are everywhere! I had never seen one before in my life, and now they are all over. In the bars, in the shops, being sold by vendors on the beach. Cigars, that is.