16 September 2002

Ever since Alex’s license was suspended and our joint insurance on the Fiat was cancelled, I’ve been walking a bit more, and lately, riding my bike.

Bicycling is definitely the fastest way to get around Boston; it’s a compact city, and the traffic laws are about as flexible as they get in the US, nothing like Mexico, of course, where Chema taught me that detouring off a bypass against the traffic onto a one-way is just the way things are done, but even so, by American standards, pretty fluid, I mean I was a little scared of the driving when I first moved here. Now I like it, it’s fun. I don’t even think of it as aggressive, which is the word most people use to describe Boston Driving, I just say “fluid.”

Central Square.

Anyway, the point is, even living out here in the country with my chickens and pigs, it only takes about 12 minutes to get to the office on my bike.

My mom in her studio.