the rebirth of teresita rosita

So.. everyone knows that Mexico is a good catholic country, and sometimes when one travels they find themselves wanting to immerse themselves enpirely in the culture they are visiting. Sometimes they find themselves believing things they didn't used to believe, feeling more spiritual, more at one with the world...

This did not happen to Teresita Rosita when she went on her latest adventure in Mexico City, although there is still time for miracles to happen.

While we have already heard about Teresita Rosita's experience on the Metrobus in her last adventure, something happened the other day that warrants repeating.

Teresita Rosita went into the city again, did the usual stuff, went to a museum, had some food, went for a walk and then decided to go home again.

She got on the big red bus she had grown so accustomed to, she even got to sit down this time. Everything was fine, everything was normal, everything was in it's right place... or was it?

At the very next stop the bus suddenly filled with people. Many more people than you would think could fit on a bus. And then at the next stop even more people crammed into what little breathing space there was left. Of course, it was after 6pm...peak hour - and not just any peak hour - Mexico City, home to 20-25 million people sort of peak hour. But still, Teresita Rosita was okay. She had her seat and a little pocket of air around her head.
 
Now on the metrobus it is common knowledge that if it's busy you need to get close to the door at least one stop before the one you want to get off at, and so this is what Teresita Rosita did. She got much more intimate with the other passengers than she thought was possible, there are bumps and curves that even clothes can't hide when you're pushed up against them.

 
But Teresita Rosita endured and finally without too much of a struggle she made it off the bus and at the right stop and everything.

And that's whan it happened. For Teresita Rosita's journey wasn't over yet, in fact it had only just begun. Teresita Rosita has no memory of her birth, but she now has a pretty good idea of what it may be like.

After alighting the big red bus, Teresita Rosita found herself at the start of a long dark tunnel, a warm tunnel that pushed at her from every side. Something pressured her back and she sas forced further and further into the heaving mass ahead of her. At times she thought she was stuck, trapped in the hot, sticky mass for ever, but then with a heave the throng would surge forward and little by little Teresita Rosita could see more and more light at the end of the tunnel.

For the first time since she had arrived in Mexico Teresita Rosita was grateful she was just that little bit taller than most of the people around her. So while her body felt like it was passing through the most Mexican pasta maker she's ever seen, at least her head remained its original shape.

And then, POP! She was free! She filled her lungs with the comparatively fresh air, filling her lungs with the fresh combination of exhaust, sewerage, mango, and taco. She was alive! She was reborn!