On day 13 of July, on the Gregorian calendar, on this waxing quarter moon, and five days since Jordan arrived in the Heart of the Amazon, I wonder... How has his trip gone? How is he doing? How are his father and mother doing? Is Jordan feeling the accomplishment of what he has set out to do? Neither nor his family have word from him; that is part of the plan. The only thing we might do is try to relate our world to his. From here, in the northern reaches of the Chihuahuan Desert, I imagine him, in a gigantic city in the middle of the world's largest tropical rainforest. I have traveled and worked in the tropics of Latin America, so I can relate to his environment. I have seen the photos from his last trip, and I know that he has a free, vibrant spirit, from what his father has told me. I know that his father and mother feel pride in him and his sister. I know the town where he grew up...changed as it has, surely, since I walked the night streets there. I close my ...
Here, now, and temazcal.