Just got back from Tlacotalpan. This photo-ready village, where the Papaloapan River flows out of the jungle to meet the Gulf Coast, is a United Nations World Heritage Site. Yet, few tourists seem to know. The architecture and street music display Native, Spanish and Caribbean influences. The food is downright sexy.
Many of us pray for pregnancies in our forties and managerial jobs in a recession. When we don't get all we want, we often become bitter. We shout "Noone is listening up there!" Still, we tell children "No means no!" and "Stop that tantrum!" Meanwhile, multitudes ask humbly and submissively for fish. Who do we think is up there - a god or a lackey? If it's alright to demand a heavenly waiter, is it okay for me to demand one like those at Hooters? Better unplug my computer before the lightning strikes.