News From Barbaria: We Humans Were Made To Move, And Even More Specifically To Dance (Or At Least Sway). While Ambling Idly Today, I Met A Oaxacan Woman Who Is Visited By Her Dead Parents Every Few Weeks. Or So She Says. And I'm Prone To Believer Her Although I Don't Know How "The Dimensionality" Works Out

Querida,

Thanks for your message.

I had a fabulous time with David, Blanca, Marlén, Dominique, Tania-Yolanda and Luis David, the last two a brother and sister "team" who share a birthday but two years apart!?!

The carnitas were exceptionally good.

And the birthday cake superb.

A meal well-suited for a king.

Fue sabrosísimo!

And the spirit of our “convivio” was uplifting in every way!

On the way home, I decided to take a walk down unknown roads and met a remarkable woman who, decades ago, lived in the United States with her ex-husband estadounidense whom she met in Oaxaca, a lawyer from New York - northern New Jersey.

Her name is Beatriz, and when I asked if the municipal panteón was (as I thought ) just a few blocks north, this perfectly-normal, cheerful, kind-hearted 60 year-old matron replied, “Yes, my parents live there.”

She immediately realized how silly that must’ve sounded to me, grinned a bit sheepishly, and said “Well yes, it’s true… They both visit me.”

I asked her what she meant by that, and she said that every few weeks - always one at a time - she hears her father or mother “working their key in the front door and then they stay and talk with me, rarely for more than 10 minutes, and sometimes only for a few.”

She’s operates a peluqueria, so I will treat you to your next haircut in Oaxaca.

Beatriz Cruz Rojo.

I then visited the panteón which is located on Calle Refugio which is the name that corresponds to the nickname “Cuco.”

Te quiero muchísimo mi amor!

Ale’