Time to roll out of Dodge.
Yep, throw all of them thangs in the grips and head back north. That’s what we done.
Arrived  late on Tuesday the 22nd of July safely though beaten up after having taken ground transportation  to Leon and flying to DFW , then to CMI.
Wonderful trip. So much to do and think about. Come on MP, can’t you just enjoy. Nope, recken not – maybe when I’m too old to dream – maybe when I have no more passions and desires – maybe when destiny has finally had its way. All which sounds good to me.
Loved reuniting with brother Tricky Jim (he is distanly related to tricky Dicky Nixon). We can argue like cats and dogs and come out smelling like, well I was going to say something else, but will just call it a rose.Â
Best of all was Patty, who tolerated the two old farts who “sometimes” drank too much and sometimes were a pain in the ass. The focused one went about her business of learning Spanish, buying groceries and gifts for kids and friends and having a grand time in that beautiful setting while connecting with people who became our friends. Traveling as you know can be VERY trying on a relationship and we’ve experienced that to an extreme, but we get better at it. As Sartre or one of those exi guys said, there is only one question in life, leaving the obvious unsaid if the answer is to live on. But completely thorough, Shakespeare  told all, and perhaps the same can be said about marriage, decide and then not to reason why. Hey, ‘just do it’ for as long as —Â
’tis good to be home with family,  Jazz and jazz and friends and gardens and all the rest. This suits me best. OK, at least until the next time our wander lust pushes us out the door.
adios amigos
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