Walking around, I often like to make up stories about the people, places, and things I see.



These three images from last Sunday’s walk along Panorámica del Fortín, seem to beg for a tall tale or two.
October 7, 2020 by spixl
Walking around, I often like to make up stories about the people, places, and things I see.
These three images from last Sunday’s walk along Panorámica del Fortín, seem to beg for a tall tale or two.
Posted in Animals, Creativity, Flora, Gardens, Neighborhoods, Travel & Tourism | Tagged cactus, cactus fruit, colorful walls, dogs, Mexico, Oaxaca, photos, plants, popular travel destinations, roof dogs, sunflowers | 6 Comments
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Love your imagination!
Oaxaca inspires imagination!
There was once a dog, Jorge, standing on the ledge of a second story building. He would glare at the passerbyers, and say nothing. He wasn’t that he wasn’t curious, he just wasn’t interested. What he was waiting for was La Perita Maria. Now she peaked his interest. He would walk along the ledge tracing her every footsteps. Oh, dios mio, how he wanted her to notice him. But the Perita Maria always ignored him.
One day, as La Perita was walking by, she heard a bark. She looked up, toward the bark, and there standing on the ledge was Jorge, his tail wagging, his tongue near floored from the excitement of her returned gaze. He noticed Perita Maria wagging her tail.
But what could he do, nada. He two story up, she, my beautiful Perita Maria, down on the ground waiting for me. She hungers for me, I know it. Her tail tells me so. ‘ Mama mia, que puedo hacer’. He is feeling the torturous painstan of the distance. She is so close, and yet she is forever so far.
La Perita soon realizes the futility of the situation. Becomes impatient, and starts to walk away. From a short distance she hears Jorge’s plea. She knows he wants her to return.
“Serves him right”, she thinks. Who does he think he is, he wants to play. But he won’t come down. This is the last time I’ll be passing this way.” And in that brief moment she walks away. That’s life in Oaxaca, one must be careful there, you like want you see, but you can’t have it.
That’s my short story, a dog on the ledge.
I love this. Thank you so much for sharing!
Many times I’ve seen and heard the roof dogs on Panoramica del Fortin and wondered what they’re thinking. This fantasy is a good answer to the question.
I suspect the roof dogs of Oaxaca have many more stories to tell.