Highlandtown is nostalgia
April 13th, some time after 12 pm
Getting off of Highlandtown & (forgotten street sign) I notice the tell tale sign that I am here. There is a Latine truck dropping off items parked in front of a Latine store. As I walk I took my headphones off to listen to the sounds of Highlandtown. I'm happy I did. It's the conversations I hear when I walk past people. The utterance of Spanish. I catch spinets of it. The "ya" or "sola" as people walk past me. I see two women walking holding pink items. I think they left an event. The way they are talking makes it seem like they just finished an event. When they get closer I note the Spanish they are speaking is accented differently. The rise and fall of their voice basically means they aren't from Mexico. I start to note down when I hear Spanish. Two women are eating food in their truck. They are conversing in Spanish. A family of 6 is walking together. I later see the same family of 6 exiting the library and hear the older children speaking English and the mother speaks Spanish.The walk around is more calm. I assume it's the heat. I arrived at 12:41ish, my shadown shrinking behind me also tries to escape the heat. I'm happy I wore a hat. I see how there are 3 stores (Latine) in close proximity to one another. They are on Highlandtown. I see brown faces and think of this song.
There is a causalness to it all today. Lots of people holding bags like they came from a mini shopping trip. I want to say I always see people in pairs. They are talking or not talking. This is what I think about. I wish I could stay longer but I worry that the meat I purchase will go bad. Highlandtown brings me peace and calm.
I walked to Patterson Park and didn't see as many brown faces. Actually, I didn't see any at all. I wonder if it was from the weather and date? Typically, I see people coming and going around Patterson Park. It is a Saturday and it is cold. Maybe, I shouldn't be here either.
I decide to sit on a bench and speak with my mother. I watch the ducks walk around and white people lay on the grass. It's cute.
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- Fieldnotes Julissa Gomez