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.
At a speakeasy in Mexico, I ask a short man with big feet to dance. At first I am worried people will be scandalized that two men are dancing with each other. Soon everyone is gathered around watching, but they don’t seem shocked at all. Instead, they are watching to see if I can do the steps and keep up as the musical styles keep changing - Rumba, Samba, Mambo! - and I step on his feet. Each time one of my feet bump the little man’s dusty black shoes, the crowd gasps and then laughs and then cheers. I want to stop, but he insists I continue. He even takes my arms and puts them in place so I am leading. “Tu puedes!” he says and the crowd sings backup: “Yes, yes! You can!” And I think how Mexican it all feels, everyone laughing at my missteps and at the same time wanting me to succeed.
Christian Firemen Shouting at Weeping Wives in Spanish would be a good name for the dubbed movie showing on this Nogales bound bus.