Estoy en San Francisco y hace ya un par de años que no venia. Llevo algun tiempo confundida, sin mucha idea de como retomar el camino, mi camino. Se que tampoco estoy tan perdida, simplemente me quede a la orilla de la carretera y tengo que volver a ella.
En un rato viene Pico e iremos a cenar, tomaremos el N-Judah hacia el Golden Gate Park y quizas Helena tambien nos acompaña. Tengo hambre.

My lost and recently found sister is still on the phone. I'm waiting for her on the MSN while Victor is listening to boring sports news, and WQXR is on the battery-powered radio. My grandmother says I shouldn't go back to Mexico; she is worried that I will go back to my mother's house to do nothing and hanging out with my friends, like a teenager.
At least I have a grandmother.

She already started seeing cockroaches and complaining about the cranberries under the sofa. I said goodbye to Capuchi today, he is going to Tijuana for the entire summer, leaving me behind with this sensation that I'm on my own. I got nostalgic for the old times when we spent hangover mornings at his house under his old-style “colchas”, with printed bears and lions.
The moon is big and I have a bottle of Rioja that I haven't opened yet.