It had been more than 10 years. One day the memory of the woman in the church crept back and began haunting me, calling for my return to San Cristóbal de las Casas.
“What was the life they endured that induced such sorrow in the prayers? Have their lives changed after all these years?” I asked over and over again in my head.
I jumped on the opportunity when I heard about a project to build a midwifery school in Chiapas. I was elated that I had a reason to go back to San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas. The school, founded in San Miguel de Allende, had been hosting young women from Chiapas and other impoverished states in Mexico and Guatemala. The plan was to build another campus in Chiapas to help improve health care for the rural areas and reduce maternal mortality. Chiapas was the poorest state in Mexico. I hoped to get insight into the indigenous communities there on this trip.
The night before my trip, I fell asleep to Ricky Martin’s “Asignatura Pendiente”, smiling and full of emotions.
“What was the life they endured that induced such sorrow in the prayers? Have their lives changed after all these years?” I asked over and over again in my head.
I jumped on the opportunity when I heard about a project to build a midwifery school in Chiapas. I was elated that I had a reason to go back to San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas. The school, founded in San Miguel de Allende, had been hosting young women from Chiapas and other impoverished states in Mexico and Guatemala. The plan was to build another campus in Chiapas to help improve health care for the rural areas and reduce maternal mortality. Chiapas was the poorest state in Mexico. I hoped to get insight into the indigenous communities there on this trip.
The night before my trip, I fell asleep to Ricky Martin’s “Asignatura Pendiente”, smiling and full of emotions.
I have more frequent flyer miles than I need to go to Mars.
I have fan clubs
And houses that you can see from the sky
In the eyes of others
I was so very lucky
An army of people who would do anything for me
A picture with Bush
A suite at the Waldorf
More cars than friends
I don’t want to have any more desires
My pet almost could not recognize me
The more I have
The more I could not forget you
Waving your small hand you said goodbye
In the afternoon rain in San Juan
I bring with me your kiss
All I have is the memory not you
I was so busy in heaven
I forgot that life was better on earth
My Puerto Ricans
My Indians
My love
My pending project
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