Chapter Two
I part ways with Amie and Jorges in . Amie tells me she’s staying several days in the old city, while we’re staying just two—the train presses on and we have a schedule to keep. And Jorges—I only saw him to wave goodbye as we disembarked. His secrets will stay with him, while I decide whether to confess this minor crime of lust to .
There is so much that is ancient in this place—buildings, bridges, neighborhoods and people so old and gnarled that my mind is filled with questions. I relish each tidbit of knowledge they offer me as though they’ll feed a soul hungry for substance. Sitting in The Church of Our Lady, I watch the women come and go—genuflect, sit, kneel, pray and light their candles. As they leave, I gaze smiling into their work-worn faces, and note the knotty han
