La vida chapina: 02
10 de noviembre, 2024 Today is my last Sunday in Magdalena Milpas Altas. This town on a hill has been my sweet little home for the past ten weeks. I’ve run up and down these streets, into the forests, and around the nearby aldeas . I’ve frequented its cafés and panaderías with my friends who I feel like I’ve known forever, learned which stray dogs to avoid at all cost, and built relationships with my host family. Truly, I have felt blessed to be entrusted with pieces of their past and honored to have broken bread alongside them these last few months. I am ready though, to go. To move out (again) and set down roots (again!) in a new place. I hope to invest more in the locals of my town—find a sports team, run club or hiking group—cook for myself more, meet my work partners and make my lil space into a home. It all feels very adult. And slightly daunting, if I’m being completely honest. But I am excited. For the running routes I’ll find, the kids I’ll meet, a new host family con qu
