I am sitting in a German restaurant (Gustav's) at the Portland airport.
That sentence is pregnant with news from this four-week trip north.
The first is that eating fried potatoes from a German restaraunt is not bothering my conscience at all. I have managed to gain enough weight over the past four weeks, I decided not to worry about what an odd breakfast would do to my once-slim Mexican-whittled chassis.
I will be in Melaque this afternoon. Walking and a non-junk diet will get me back on track.
The past four weeks have been interesting. Lunches and dinners with friends. Long chats through the night. Cool weather. But, best of all, I had an audience for my impromptu performances. I have been surprised at how much I miss that part of my life.
And that brings me to a big announcement. But it is better told on a Monday or Tuesday. And so it shall be.
For now, I am preparing for the warmer weather that Melaque will offer this weekend.