Entries from Sonora
There are many things to enjoy on the drive from Tucson to Rocky Point on a sunny afternoon. There are picturesque water towers and windmills, busloads of community college basketball players hovering above the roller foods at gas stations, the Buenos Aires National Forest, prehistoric volcanoes, and there are little towns with names that by nature have you asking yourself, “Why?” These are just a few. Please also do not forget that the time it takes to make the trip works out such that you can pretty much listen to all of David Bowie’s singles from 1969 to 1993 back-to-back.
After watching back-to-back biopics for cosmologist Stephen Hawking and comic actor Cantinflas, details of the two ambitious films quickly blend together. My date and I finish our wine and make love with a newfound appreciation for both our motor and improvisational skills. Beneath the planetarium-like brick dome of our casita, atop a caster equipped houseplant stand, in contortions which look uncomfortable, we declare our passions for one another using only our left hands and the street slang of Mexico City delivered at a steady clip of five words per minute spoken in the robot voices of early 8-bit pornography.