Dec 8, 2021
39 min read
Understanding the Language
As part of my remembrance of my friend, Phil Saviano, who died on November 28, I retrieved this stream of memory I wrote after our trip to Mexico in 2000. I decided not edit it; even as some of the language and observations are blunt in light of 2021. It reflects a vivid experience, recounted through the lens of that time.
I arrived in Mexico without a phrasebook. I had no potable water, no map, no pesos. My flight…
