Thursday, June 9, 2011
He's been here about as long as I have. Maybe even longer. I'm not really sure.
Our paths have crossed on a couple of occasions, but we've only exchanged pleasantries.
Not to mention the occasional head nod from across the street.
At each chance encounter, we've never spoken more than a few words.
But the other day, something changed.
I ran into El Gringo on my way home from walking one of the kiddies to school.
Hellos were said, as were good morning greetings.
On any other day that would have been the extent of our exchange and we each would have continued on our merry way.
But this time was different. I wanted something more. I needed more.
And it wasn't because I felt the need to speak English to someone other than Hubby and my 20-something year old neighbors.
It was more than that.
So as we stood there under los portales, I asked him how he was and how the weather was treating him. El Gringo was kind enough to answer my questions and in turn asked me a couple of questions as well.
Small talk, I know. But it was a start. I did manage to learn a couple of things about him. Maybe next time I might even learn his name.
To quote Humphrey Bogart, " I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship."
Written by Leslie Limón