A few impressions...


























It is thundering and pouring rain this morning. The storm sounds like it is hovering right above the motel. Indiana thunder has a sharp clap and cracking to it. It is a new sound to me. I have always noticed how rain and storms differ from place to place. In Mexico the thunder is a deep and voluptuous rolling bash. Mexican raindrops are huge and you can hear a heavy plop when they slap the ground. In West Texas the thunder is a booming wave that travels low across the sky.  It seldom cracks. The raindrops are tiny, at least compared to Mexico.

I am listening to Mike Nesmith and watching what looks like medium sized drops drench the motel parking lot. As I listen to my favorite Texan I think of how different parts of the country are from Texas. It is lush and green here with a tropic like humidity. The sunsets are these fiery pink events that ignite the corn lined horizon minutes before 9pm. The highways are curvy and rarely will you find an empty field, or livestock. Every possible piece of land is dedicated to a brimming corn or soybean field.

The houses all have basements here and look like the homes I have seen my whole life in movies. There are a lot of Colonial Revival with more American Foursquare than I have ever seen in Texas. There are also some impressive and well preserved examples of the Second Empire and Romanesque styles, all new to my eyes.


















Yesterday I discovered a small Mexican community on the edge of Washington, IN. The tiendita was just like the ones found in Mexico. I bought cactus, mole and horchata. I have only a hot plate, pan, pot and microwave but would love to make chicken mole. There are quite a few Mexican restaurants here, all very good but also limited. You won't find horchata or agua fresca here. Mole has either never been on the menu or had to be removed because no one ordered it.

I really love Bloomington, Indiana. I walked away with the impression of a sleepy college town with friendly smiles. So much of it reminded me of my first few weeks in Austin back when Austin was nothing more than a small college town I had yet to discover.  It is funny to find old feelings again, not just the memories but to relive an entire experience. I didn't think that was actually possible. It was a pleasant moment.

6 Comments:

Blogger Missa said...

Thunderstorms make me happy :)

Aaaand, the wanderlust is setting in. Beautifully described!

Monday, August 01, 2011  
Anonymous Francesca said...

Interesting comment about the basements. I always found odd the houses I've seen in the US: flimsy looking constructions raised from the ground - they look light and temporary. I'm used to deep basements and cellars, thick stone or concrete walls - heavy and immutable. Don't know which one is better, necessarily. One thing is for sure, it's easier to heat your houses than it is to heat ours in the winter :)
Where's your road taking you?
Baci.

Monday, August 01, 2011  
Blogger ♥ w o o l f ♥ said...

i love how you write, and what you tell. i could imagine all of your raindrops and i could hear the difference in thunderous sounds. road trekking is fun, with you... cheers...
n♥

Tuesday, August 02, 2011  
Blogger Tera said...

Thank you, Missa!

Francesca, people from Mexico always tell me the same thing too. They say in Mexico only the very poor make homes out of wood. I love how permanent Mexican houses can be with their concrete and tile and can withstand hurricanes for decades like my Abuelita's. I love homes made out of stone and brick. I love yours...I have told you I think it is so dreamy...

Thank you woolf! I am very flattered.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011  
Blogger sally said...

hi tera! so you are out in indiana now listening to storms...makes me think of two songs...

#1 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfVdq7f6fFI

and #2 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9qFXdgqCcq8

i know just what you mean about reliving something you'd forgotten and feeling it again in a visceral way. i recently started riding a horse again after a 20(!) yr break and i find myself reconnecting to old thoughts, movements, feelings. it's wonderful in every way.

maybe someday your travels will bring you to sf -- we have horchata (one of my favorite things ever) and mole for days!

Tuesday, August 09, 2011  
Blogger Tera said...

Sally!!!!! Horse riding is awesome! I would love to visit SF and meet you! I do love those songs actually!

Tuesday, August 09, 2011  

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