This is the first Christmas that I'll be away from my home in Chicago.
Leaned up against a pickup truck parked in front of a roadside abbarote, I conveyed that sentiment to one of the younger Mexican dudes with whom I was chatting.
He was young - mid-20s, maybe, slightly effeminate and wrapped tightly in a blanket as he leaned up against the door-frame in front of me. I could see his too-long pajama pants bunched up around his ankles beneath the blanket. It wasn't particularly cold.
"Estas enfermo?" I asked.
"No...pero mucho frio," he replied.
He smiled at my question. I took a sip of beer, and he slipped back inside.