ABSTRACT
"I don't know where I'm going to end up, Teja. I really don't know." Mama adjusted her leather pants that had expanded in the dry heat of our kitchen. The snow outside drifted in the wind like a million nomads. ''I'm glad I bought my little plot of land on Isla Mujeres, but I don't think I can retire in Mexico-what would I do? Maybe I could open a little shop on the island, for tourists ... I don't know. My friend Donna moved to Costa Rica-said the economy was fine, I could find a house cheap, and there's free health care."
