Mi Pelo III

He sat next to me as I lounged on a bench on the zocolo in Acapulco, Mexico.

"Your hair is very pretty," he said in Spanish.
"Thank you very much," I responded in Spanish, smiling.

Next, he asked if he could touch it. "Si." From there, we talked for hours. Sometimes in English. Sometimes in Spanish. We talked about everything from relationships to difficulties learning each other's language. We had great fun laughing at the tourist who took the mike and decided he was Elvis incarnate. When he switched up and sang "Unchained Melody" from the movie Ghost we both yelled, "Ghost/Phantasma" in the other's language at the same time dissolving into giggles. All too soon it was nearing midnight and I had to go because I had to get up early. We exchanged emails and said our goodbyes.

As I walked away down the still-crowded street, I heard someone yelling my name. It was Vicente. He said he was supposed to meet his friend, but he didn't show up. I didn't believe him, but I was happy for the company. I really wasn't paying attention as we walked, so we casually got lost which he playfully pointed out when he saw me looking around. I jumped at a loud clang! that came from one of the many open businesses & he reassured me with a "No te preocupre (not to worry)", that he would protect me.

We finally found my hotel. We talked a few moments more, said our goodbyes again, and promised to write.

Mi Pelo
Mi Pelo II