One last cup of coffee this morning, and I'm headed home. It was a fine trip. Sure, I saw the local sights, but to me travel is about meeting people. I'll always cherish playing dice with the ladies that afternoon, Rico and his motorcycle, Tracy and the gang at the corner bar, and Maria who talked with me in Spanish as she'd clean my casita. Those Are the best memories to me.
And a breakfast selfie, 'cause photos of airports are boring.
