counting my pits

When you read this, I will probably be in the air – on my way back to Melaque.


I have now been away from my laguna for almost a full month.  With stays in Florida.  Tenerife.  Mallorca.  Corsica.  Rome.  Reno.  Lake Tahoe.  And let’s not forget Los Angeles.


The old cliché is that travel broadens.  In my case, it has certainly broadened my waistline.  But I have also learned about places I have never visited.  I have learned  my physical limitations with my year-old ankle break.  But, more than that, I have learned the joy of good friends. My three traveling companions taught me a lot about myself.


Just before I left Melaque, I made a list of the things I wanted to bring back from The States.  I have noticed the list gets shorter with each trip north.  I have either found suitable substitutes in Mexico – or I have learned to deal without.  Mostly the latter.


When I went shopping in Reno, I discovered I left my list behind.  I bought a few food items to take south.  But that was it.  My stay in Mexico has taught me what I can live without.  Quite a bit.

 

But one temptation was far too much for me.  Roy and I stopped at Costco -- where we discovered one of my favorite treats.  Cherries.  They are not yet as rich as mid-season cherries.  But my share (almost all of it) of that three-pound container will now hold me until next season.


I suspect you may not see a new post for a couple of days as I get settled into my Mexican rhythm.  But there will be more.


You can count on it.