The Woman and the Dog (52)

I remember walking from La Casa Azul to downtown Todos Santos. It was late afternoon. I don’t remember where I was going, maybe to meet my Spanish teacher Guillermo at the cafe. I was taking the side streets north of the highway. I passed a woman washing clothes in her yard, another taking stark white dress shirts down off a clothesline. A man in a hat was hosing down the dirt road in front of his house when I passed. He smiled and nodded. “Buenas tardes,” I said. I passed a house with a garden in the front, vines climbing the wire fence, purple blooms. A woman was scraping food from a pot into a white enamel bowl on the ground, her brown dog dancing at her feet. “Oh,” I said. I was grinning. “She’s so excited about it.” Ella está muy emocionada sobre su comida. I remember the woman’s laugh, how it opened up her face. I remember the sweetness inside that moment together, of being part of her love for her dog.

3 thoughts on “The Woman and the Dog (52)

  1. I’m not sure how I missed these comments—my apologies. Thank you, Julie, as always! I am surprised and pleased to see so many “likes” on this post, the most I’ve ever had. :)

    And thank you, too, “Fractions of the world,” very much for your kind nomination. I will check out the details when life calms down a bit for me here.

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