Jul 12, 2008 06:20
My brother is in Guatemala.
I am in Lakewood.
My brother is making his way through markets and fruit stands, weaving through Mayan ruins and small villages, stammering broken Spanish and translating broken English with old relatives, drinking and engaging and learning from new ones.
I am in Lakewood, Independence, North Olmsted. Home, work, old home. Sleeping on my living room futon, typing in my shared cubicle, grocery shopping in my parent's refrigerator and cupboards.