The house is clean (almost), the CDs have been sorted for travel, the books packed, the car is in the shop getting all spiffed up for the long ride, the garage is full of boxes to be stowed in the car, lists have been made and gradually crossed off, phone calls made to friends and family saying "Adios" so I guess we're almost ready to drive off. It is a huge chore getting all of this done here; then in five months we have to do it all over again in Cuyutlan. But in truth, it's worth it. We leave behind TV, incessant bad news, the hype and glitz and noise of everyday living. We take up the sound of the sea, occasional trains, siestas in the hammock on the third floor terrazo under the palapa. But after five months, for some reason, the soul gets hungry for its own language, its own place. But meanwhile, it's wonderful.
Tonight we have dinner with friends. Tomorrow is the haircut, last of the bank business,then early to bed. We hope to get out of here by about 5:30 Friday morning, headed for Southern California and family. Let's see if we make it.
By the way, if you have not already done so, I highly recommend a great read, The Kite Runner by Kahlid Housseini. I went to hear him speak at the beautiful Mondavi Center in Davis on Monday evening. What a remarkable story, not only the novel but his own life. Put it on your list.
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