waiting and walking

People do a lot of waiting around here. waiting for buses, for jalóns, for anything to happen... Today we waited around outside of Andrés's store for maybe an hour, along with about 20 other people. Just waiting. I watched two drunk men stagger around and then sit down on a bench together. Finally, we decided to begin walking, joined by Francisco's family again--his wife Santos Emilia and a few of their children. One of the drunk men kind of tagged along with us, and when a bus finally did come by, he got on, too. When I made a comment about the "drunk guy" to Prairie, she informed me that it was Francisco himself! I could barely believe it. He was almost completely unrecognizable to me. It's rather depressing, and makes me feel sorry for his wife and children (there are 8 of them!) who have to deal with a husband and father who gets drunk every time he goes to town. Luckily, I don't think they make the trip into town very often...