To my beloved from Mexico By Helen Townsend

OK, I went to the Cantina. It wasn't like the cantinas in Hollywood movies. There's some drinking and fooling around, but really, it was good clean fun.

Okay, I have trouble remembering it. I had an itsy tequila. There was a big pot with pork crackling and ribs in broth. I've never tasted anything like it and I wish I could remember the recipe so I could cook it for you when I came home, I mean if I can come home. Right now, I'm not sure I can manage the flight.

Okay, I had some more Tequila. I shared it with my new amigo which seemed the right thing to do – he’s the homestay bloke. Later I had some stuff called Mex something. I didn't like to ask the name too many times but it’s a famous drink. My life has been so sheltered but the drink was lovely. I think pretty much everything is lovely, don't you?

Okay, we played dominoes. I never realised it's an absolute hoot of a game. Simple, but so funny.

Okay, I got mixed up with the Mariachi for a while. They sang me a lovely song and were so friendly.

Okay, they're putting the video on YouTube, but I think it's under their name.

I don't think I'll take up Flamenco dancing. It’s so much harder than you'd think.

Your ever loving one. You remember my name, don't you?


in Mexico City, Mexico

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I've been a writer forever and have had 22 books published. Now I'm writing short stories and I love it. See them on my website and please comment. I love feedback. And of course short shorts here.

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