Although I don't leave for another five days, I'm getting to that point in the trip where everything starts accelerating--pretty much all my reservations are arranged for the remaining nights, and my list of things to do is very small and manageable.
Tag: practice
Driving
I've almost cleared the 1000-kilometre mark, and about 300km of that I did today, driving UP and DOWN and all over the central and northern coast, so that after the eighth cute plaza with a little (or big) old church and pretty painted arcades, I was a little dazed.
Fleeing
Just for the record, I'm in Mexico again. Neatly avoiding all post-election fallout. Dodging trauma by driving fast and not looking at headlines.
You can’t take it with you
By contrast with DiFara's, a much more sociable meal occurred last week--and by "sociable," I mean there was lots of booze involved. Peter and I finally went to Spice Market.
Kitchen Hex
I feel cursed. I am looking around my apartment for evil-looking amulets. I am examining my recent actions for bad karma generation. But I am stumped as to why my pots are scorching, my cookies are cakey, and my meat sauce is mushy.