Overlooking Mexico

I sit across an older gentleman on the blue line of the SDMTS as I start this blog. I am also looking at the big Mexican flags waving in unison. Hasta la vista, baby! I felt like I was promising a favorite trail to return. For nostalgia. For sentiments I could not identify. Melancholia!


I tried not to browse long at the faces of fellow riders. A young woman in her 20's or 30's does her mascara. She is the second woman I saw who did her make-up while riding the train today. I caught a well- dressed gentleman staring at my direction. He could pass for an Italian. He seems to be more than just a fellow rider, fellow participant-observer too.

I could pass for a Mexican woman myself.

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