Dearest Silvia,

It was hard (i.e. impossible) to put me thoughts together in writing while in Cholula, yet it's no easier now (the 'now' was both 10 days ago and now now). Still, I'm offering you some jumbled thoughts that you'll appreciate (GPT free! 😉)

We really got comfortable, didn't we? Time flew as we got cozier, neither of us expecting this to happen so seamlessly. I realized only in hindsight how I could be truly myself around you. You've engaged me on my level (i.e. idiosynchratic madness).

There were times when you didn't express your thoughts, either because you were flustered, or knew that I'd make an awful listener, or saw my mental state and/or lack of sleep, and thought it wise to leave this guy rambling. But our conversations, and your perspectives, have definitely left a mark on me, particularly as it comes to trying to understand people's social & cultural context.

You said that I made you comfortable, so I am very proud of both of us for allowing each other to feel at ease with ourselves.

…But now we're apart, at least physically! It's awful. Melancholia is a bitch. And it must be harder for you, not least because the specter of me will linger over familiar places.

We both had 🐸 in our throats during the last week, but what matters is that we try our best to express what we consider matters to each of us. You've already described so many beautiful elements of our encounters, in the most authentic, eloquent way that only you could nail… leaving me so little to add (BITCH)…

…but there are still a few things I'd highlight…