Friday, July 15, 2011

After the longest bus ride on earth and two transfers later we arrive at my father’s childhood home in Ojocaliente, Zacatecas. There is plenty of family to great us; they offer us food and a bed. I am so tiered I can barely stay awake long enough to be polite. We put our bags down in what will be our rooms for a few nights and begin to look around my grandmother’s house. This is where E and I have started taking pictures of our journey. Up until now we waited until we left Juarez to take pictures of anything. Juarez is so nasty that there’s no way you want to remember it with pictures. Hell, even the people who live there don’t want to remember that place. E took great pics of mountain ranges and plenty of farm land. He is determined to photograph his entire journey.