Within the month, I quit my job and sold my possessions, except for my sewing machine, a heavily loaded back-pack, and my mother's portable typewriter -- all of which I carried over the border. I didn't speak a word of Spanish, yet somehow, a mere 45 hours on the bus brought me to San Miguel de Allende, a small colonial town just north of Mexico City, a town of artists and writers, and Allen.
He did tell me he wasn't the marrying kind, but I took that as a personal challenge.
|Isaiah Zagar's mosaics, Magic Garden, |
Philadelphia (Camp 2000)
I remember buying a pair of scissors in a Turkish open air market and immediately cutting Allen's hair. A crowd quickly gathered, offering helpful comments, laughing and teasing to see my handiwork.
I still cut his hair. I would not change one moment of our marriage.
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