The interview? It's over. It started on Mexican time - half an hour late. There were two interviewers: one was a woman whose questioning was a bit aggressive and the other was an old guy who just seemed tired. My Spanish held up - a slip into Italian here and not remembering the word for counterpart were a couple of the mistakes. Overall, I don't think I could have done anything differently or better.
Now I wait.
These days I find myself struggling, questioning, and just feeling rather blue. It seems like I can't get my feet planted without challenge after challenge coming up. It is rather overwhelming and taxing.
Nothing much more to say right now.