Eating it in the city
I’ve mentioned before that San José is not a city that allows for a lot of meditative meandering, especially in inappropriate footwear. After two straight days of rain, I walked out of my house indulging in the warmth of the blue-sky day. I sauntered down the sidewalk with my eyes half closed as the sun’s rays warmed my body when —whoosh! —I was on my back with my big toe jammed into a rain gutter.
Our neighborhood security guard ran over and offered to help me up—without trying to kiss my hand as he is known to do when such limbs pass close by. I usually jump right up unscathed, but my cute little BCBG flats didn’t offer much protection. Thinking about what would have happened if I had been wearing open-toed sandals sends darting pains through my body.
Since losing my pedicure place, I’ve had to Photoshop french manicures! 
All this time, I thought it was the potholes that presented the biggest danger! Recently, the first time in 17 years, our local streets were repaired sending shockwaves through our neighborhood. Construction workers bask in the limelight as neighbors applaud their long-awaited arrival:
The current pain I’m feeling is being soothed by a friendly roommate and a fish-bowl glass of red wine.
