how did we get from here . . .

to here?

I don't know but it all went by far too quickly. Marie and I were talking about it this morning. Neither of us had enough hammock time, beach walking, reading, or gazing out to sea, lost in thought. Or dominoes. Next season . . .

We will disconnect from the internet late this afternoon, hauling down all the equipment from up in the rafters of Neighbor Nelson's palapa. No more postings until we reach the next hot spot, perhaps from the charming mountain village of Tapalpa. If not there, Mazatlán for sure.

Tonight is a quiet dinner at Dago's, then the last of the stuffing and cramming and shoving to get everything away from the salt and the light and the dust. Only 7 months until we're back again! Then everything we did up we get to undo. Fun!

Happy Cinco de Mayo to all you Norteños.