I am out of the street at six-thirty in the morning. The day is sunny, the Spanish language
sings its musical sounds all around me, and cars whiz through the city ahead of the
morning rush hour. Early mornings have a special energy that I like.
I decide to walk the couple of miles to the market and get
something to eat on the way.
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Tales of a Female Nomad
by Rita Golden Gelman
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