No, he said. The walls are completely vacant.
I felt like I wanted to stop and have a good long pout. I felt like a two year old. There were so many better things to be doing than what I was doing here. I wanted to be at home with an esoteric text in a strange language, turning it into English. I wanted a simple life and this was not simple.
A flock of pelicans flew overhead. My husband cried out and pointed. See those? he asked.
I see them, I said, not caring a whit for them.
Pelicans usually go to water.
Yeah. So?
The city has water.
Ah. So, I said. We follow the pelicans?
Yup. He beamed, like he had just eaten a particularly delicious meal.
We altered our course somewhat, trying to follow the line of the pelicans. They had disappeared behind one of the stone walls, but we kept
