It’s been a star-studded week for me here in Tejas. First there was my race against Lance Armstrong over the weekend. Then, as I was checking into my hotel in San Antonio, a group of tall black men walked past me. If I was the type that follows pro basketball, I would have recognized them as the New York Knicks. But I’m not, so I was fortunate that a few of them were wearing T-shirts and other Knicks paraphernalia so I could figure it out. A few of them said hello when I smiled and nodded to them. Nice fellas.
Then today, as I was checking out of the same hotel, I noticed another basketball team walking in. This time I didn’t have to look at their clothing to know who they were, because Yao Ming was with them. The Houston Rockets were checking in. I didn’t see a bicycle with Yao, but I still recognized him from this picture:
Since I was going to be in San Antonio all week, and since
I had destroyed my back tire in my race over the weekend, I bought a cheap commuter tire to go on the back wheel, so I could see some of the city. On Monday
afternoon I set out to see the five missions of San Antonio Missions National Historical Park, which, according to the Lonely Planet guidebook, is a must see.
I loved looking at the Spanish Baroque architecture and this 250 year old fresco almost as much as I loved exploring a new city on my bicycle. There simply is no better way to see a city than on a bike.
While pedaling around the rough edges of San Antonio, looking for good Tex-Mex and Barbecue (i.e. not on the Riverwalk), I made sure to stop at every thrift store I saw. I was hoping to find the diary of another insecure, naïve healer in the used book section, but I was sorely disappointed when I all I found was children’s books and tattered romance novels. Ok, maybe I was a little less disappointed to find the romance novels.
However, in searching for another Maria, I realized I had forsaken the original. It has been too long since we have checked in on our favorite Healer on Santa Fe. So today’s installment covers three short entries that show just how enamored Maria is with Jorge. First is Maria’s affirmation to herself that she and Jorge belong together. It wrenches my heart to read how badly she wants Jorge to be the one for her, and how she believes that telling herself that it is meant to be she will make it happen. I imagine she also believes that repeatedly telling herself that she can breathe underwater will miraculously cause her to sprout gills.
I am confident, strong and fearless, I let go of all guilt and fear and worry. I have a man who is making me happy, Jorge E. and I bring each other, joy, love, respect, trust, loyalty, faithfulness, and happiness. We are meant to be together, soul mates, let nothing tear us apart. We are friends and lovers who communicate well to each other and are honest and open with each other. Every day our love grows and we fell more passion for each other, we are in love and this love is always going to be strong.
Next is a tender, unfinished letter to Jorge where she tells him that he can sprout gills too. True love can do that to a man.
I am ready to move forward with you forever. I am letting the past go, I am letting go of the guilt, thank you for helping me see how, because of you. I trust you, I believe in us and I truly believe you are the man I am going to spend the rest of my life with, I have no doubt I love you.
Finally, this note welcoming Jorge home gives us our first concrete evidence—as if we needed any—that Jorge might not be as enamored with Maria as Maria is with Jorge. I think it’s important to show this in Maria’s own handwriting. Click on the picture for a bigger view. Notice how she expected him to be home before 8:00, and that she waited a while for him for before she had to go out for an errand. Where could Jorge be?
Next time: What’s bothering Jorge?