San Joaquin Morning
On this particular morning in San Joaquin the sun rose up just as it always had for however many centuries over this tiny tranquilo town, but for me it was the first time I got to experience it from the town below, Bajo Pacuare, where a nearby school asked me to pay them a visit. The bus didn’t go all the way to Bajo Pacuare, but instead, it spent the night in San Joaquin until the next day. Which means that I walked all day to the town down a dusty road packed with rocks and rain gutters running all down the hill. The daughter of the woman who rents me out a room in San Joaquin gave me a place to stay for the night after I taught what I intended to be a 30 minute English lesson on adjectives and expressions of emotions. While I chose to sing and had actions all planned out, a heavy rainstorm pounded down. I barely introduced myself. Now pay attention to how the simple past actions in the second paragraph are interrupted by the in-...
