By The Way

Three summers ago, I went to Mexico on a Spanish Cultural Exchange. Which means we drank a lot of tequila. Yesterday, I got an email out of the blue from one of the organizers, updating us on what’s new with him. At the end of the email, a sentence:

“We need English instructors, by the way, in case some one wants to spend some time in Mexico.”

There it is. By the way.

So I’m thinking about it.

I’m thinking about it.

I am thinking about moving to Mexico for a year.

Thinking.