guadalajara bus stop

The places I can still find on Google Maps. This means nothing to anybody but me.

Guadalajara 1980, a mere 41 years ago, I used to catch the bus to school and sit under that same tree where the guy is sitting to wait for it. The first few days, I was scared out of my GD mind. Huge city, no language ability, afraid of everything. I swear I started smoking because of it. I was in urgently bad mental shape at that time, anyway.

One of the many times I went back was 2015 with Brian. I had a taxi drop us off at this intersection and told Brian that I needed to go sit under that tree for a minute.

I sat for a minute then said, “OK, I’m all better now, let’s go!” Brian knows the story.