Thirty Minutes I Will Not Soon Forget

The Most Intense Moments Of My Eleven Months In Oaxaca

“Wide Open Consciousness” — Image by Author

After a late breakfast, I decided to walk to Cafe El Volador for an afternoon latte. I also wanted to think about the story I had in mind for today, on the ups and downs of retirement.

I, like my pal Gareth, like to write in cafes. Though I don’t take it as far as he does. I am loath to schlep a laptop across town. I prefer to write notes on my phone. Make a list of the points I want to touch on. Then open the laptop once I arrive back home.

“Zen Moment, Tasmania, Australia” — Image by Author

I ordered my latte, then began to scroll through Instagram. This is my routine. Once my latte arrives I am usually caught up on IG, and ready to make some notes about today’s story.

We all know that one about . . . best laid plans. They were not in the cards today. My quiet, meditative moment was interrupted in the worst way imaginable.

Here are the notes I made on my phone as this scene unfolded before my eyes. That I was shocked, is an understatement.

A nice walk and killing time at Café El Volador. A lovely quiet spot when not full of Police carrying…