In April, Miguel made an emergency trip to his homeland in Oaxaca; a tiny village in the mountains near the ruins of Monte Alban.
There are no landline phones there, and in order to call me on a cell phone Miguel had to walk about 2 km to a higher spot on the mountain in order to get a signal.
So, I did not hear from Miguel every day to know how things were going or what he was up to. He did take some pictures, and I did hear some stories when he got back.
But I want to know more about this:
I'm not sure I want to know more about THIS:
Miguel is a great story-teller - very animated with great facial expressions. When I listen to his stories I am in awe - he has lived an amazing life and I keep encouraging him to write about his life. He tells me he will, one day...when he's not busy.
We clearly have different ideas of the meaning of 'busy', because, to Miguel, drinking with his buddies qualifies as time well-spent. He calls it 'conducting business'. To me it's a waste of time and he could be writing his stories.
If I ever coral the man long enough to write about his life in Oaxaca, I promise to share. I guarantee the wait will be worth it.