the circumspect tourist (an exercise in trust)
HE ALMOST RAN ME OVER!
i don’t want an ice cream. i dodge his detestable bicycle with its delectable treats.
“that’s the foreign ministry.
there’s the executive building.
judiciary’s over there.”
i feign interest in a map of town -- gee, how judicious am i?
but it’s getting hot now.
and i want ice cream.
two minutes of coconut cooling after the embarrassment of a second encounter, and alone, i head back to our tour bus.
but look! he approaches me again.
“no quiero another one,” i’m firm.
with a warm smile, he points laughingly to his bike’s basket, takes my wrapper from me, and neatly disposes of it.
i have been placing my trust in the wrong people all this time.