12/17 – In El Paso
The dizzy queen that worked the front desk of the Hostel kept forgetting why I was there.
After a two-day bus ride with coked up drag queens and screaming toddlers, I was in no shape to do another man’s thinking.
“Right! You want a bed?”
“For how many nights?”
“As many as it takes.”
“Thank you for calling Epiphany Youth Hostel. Three nights? Fine. (click) Right! You want a bed?”
So it went until I gave him my credit card and stumbled into the dormitory.
I Woke up 12 hours later and took a walk despite the gathering rain clouds.
Downtown El Paso shimmered with Christmas.
Rock music from Mejia’s and Christmas Carols in Spanish from Kress.
I went crazy in the little shops.
Knockoff Nikes, $11.00. Sweat Pants, $5.00, Winter socks, a dollar a pair.
As I walked back to the hostel with bags full of treasure, I ran into the clerk.
“Shopping, I see.”
Perhaps I was overly enthusiastic: “El Paso is wonderful city!”
“Oh, yes! Isn’t it glamorous!” he boomed, as if speaking to someone behind me.
I pressed on: “I can’t believe I found Nikes for $11.00!”
“Oh my, yes!” he boomed again, “People come here for the shoes!”
I narrowed my eyes, “You’ve lived here too long, haven’t you?”
He shoved past me. “I’ll tell you all about it at the hostel.”
“Oh, by the way, I can’t find a Catholic Church.”
“Good.” he replied as the rain broke.