Upon waking this morning, my feet itched.
No I don’t have some sort of Mexican foot disease.
I needed to get out of town for a little while.
Go for a meander on the motorcycle.
I contemplated where to go, and decided on a visit to the virgin. She is a very famous virgin who lives on a wall of a church in Guadalupe. Guadalupe is only fifteen or so miles a way, so it would be a good few hours visiting the church and the town.
But no, God did not want me to visit the virgin.
It’s not like I’m a bad person.
On the motorcycle, pushing the start button, something felt weird. It felt low, I looked at the rear tire and there must have been ten pounds of pressure in it, not flat like a pancake, but low, maybe like a jelly doughnut.
(Hhhhmmmmm, that reminds me, there is a bakery around the corner that makes jelly doughnuts.)
So I look for a nail, find nothing, ride the bike slowly over the cobblestone streets to the gas station. Fill up the tire, still find no hole. Ride home, fill a pan with soapy water, spread the bubbling water over the tire and eventually find the pinprick leak in the tire.
The tire is removed in ten minutes, and Ernesto, the hostel owner, says he will get it repaired for me.
Now what to do with my day?
Oh yes, a doughnut, it’s a jelly.
My temporarily amputated motorcycle in its normal parking spot, with the entrance to the Hostel on the right and the door to my apartment at the top of the stairs on the left.