monday was the day that never was– a day of finding lost things, catching busses, missing busses, being missed by busses, hitching rides from cars and trucks, backtracking and adventuring. On Monday I ate a cricket. I also held a puppy. Tuesday was a day walking again, starting from where we left off Monday morning. In Hornillos del Camino I ran into a friend who lives here during the summers— happy reunions.