Post No. 16

This mornings run was brutal on my feet. I ran twice as far then usual. The run itself felt good but in the end the blisters on my feet said otherwise. Dr. Scholl's is needed a.s.a.p.
I found out I have a relative named Nacho. Not sure how or why he was given that name but I'm sure there's a story behind it. That reminds me of the of the movie character Nacho, from Nacho Libre. I might add that was a funny movie too. Here in Texas, lucha libre is very popular. With flashy costumes and mysterious colorful masks it's become more than just a extreme sporting event. It's part of the culture. I even own a white luchador mask. But it's hard to see in once it's on your head.
As I've been searching for a place to find a occupation I've met a lot of interesting people. Some I might not see again and others I'll be seeing next week. Every hello I've said to a stranger felt as though it was the right place at the right exact time. Before I arrived here I thought it would take a very long time to make new friends. I see now that is not the case. From week to week there is more and more to learn about this city, these people, the places of history, the atmosphere and my place in it all.