Back in the US of A

Fruit lady 

Miguel, my teacher at La Catalina

It was easier to say "adios" to La Man by thinking about the friends waiting for us in Desert Center, but it wasn't easy.  Warm, azure, seas will always beacon.  Fruit delivered to your sandy barefeet ain't bad either. Leather belts made by "my brother in Acapulco", too. 

Tad and Sevi greeted us at LAX.  Torrential rain.  The drive to Casa Verde was in bumper to bumper traffic, windshield wipers on high, lanes blocked by two, three car accidents, emergency vehicle red lights flashing in the black; we were back in the US of A.  During our transition from quesadillas to Raisin Bran, sunsets over the Pacific to over Lake Tamarisk, kayaking to golf, we relaxed in the comfort of Casa Verde: our own bed, our own puppy, and our personal chef Tad who makes a damn fine roast beef dinner.