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It all came flooding back.. the photography exhibition, the free wine, the joints and the stumble home.. and today was the day I would leave Oaxaca.

We cleaned up and said our goodbyes, it was an uncomfortable departure, coming from me, it was hard when all I could afford was bread. I left some Mezcal..

Vianey and I connected by now, we had gotten over our (still very real) worries.. she would tell me about it later and luckily things would sort themselves out.. now I've been in those shoes. But in the meantime all I had was her kiss, her hug, a bus, and a box of cardboard on the road with her name written on it as an omen goodbye. "Te quiero"..