primera noche

In the haze of high altitude, my initial hours would pass largely unaccounted for.
Sitting on the Plaza in the company of pigeons and old men.
My humble Spanish coming easier in this groggiest of states.
The shortest of naps, the most minimal of snacks.
Drinks at a gringo bar with two new friends.
Learning my way home and the names of my hotel staff.

The deepest sleep I have ever known.