Aaron Infante-Levy
Stories (2/0)
Patricio's Gift
I met Patricio on a bus descending the sidewinding single-lane dirt road into Creel in Spring 2001. “Is it safe?” I asked in Spanish, gesturing to the burnt out shell of a van in an overgrown gully below. The middle-aged violin craftsman smiled with all the daring of a mischievous five year old tempting fate. He’d known many travelers who visited the Barranca del Cobre – runners, bicyclists, backpackers, college students like me – but his sudden offer to visit his family was entirely sincere. My two friends and I planned to stay at La Posada de Creel, a hostel popular among backpackers, so we made the astoundingly wise decision not to pack sleeping bags. After a glance at my map and grabbing an emergency space blanket, I disembarked with Patricio and waved good-bye to my friends. Ashley and Matt agreed to meet up at the hostel in the morning.
By Aaron Infante-Levy2 years ago in Wander
Miracles and Marigolds
“Mi hijo,” whistled his grandmother. Señora Araceli Reyes insisted the tousle-haired teen stop long enough in his downward trajectory to plant a kiss on her cheek and embarrassedly whisper that he loved her, before bounding down the stairs. “Remember, home before midnight and don’t touch any food that belongs to the dead.” She stood at the threshold, hands taut, lower lip gnawing an invisible bone as she watched after him.
By Aaron Infante-Levy3 years ago in Humans