"In the morning there was a big wind blowing
and the waves were running high up on the beach
and he was awake a long time before
he remembered that his heart was broken."
— Ernest Hemingway
— Ernest Hemingway
There was a moment, as our plane followed the curves of the Potomac,
that the sparkling lights of the District and the glittering sun on the Sea of Cortez
collided in my mind - having seen and been amazed by both in the same 24 hours -
and the world became impossibly small and incredibly grand in that instant.
We got back home late last night, and while the cool air this morning in the District was refreshing -
I do terribly miss the warmth of the Mexican sun and the smell of the salty air.
Our days were filled with reading Hemingway, relaxing and eating some of the best food I've ever had -
Mexican food is my favorite after all, and Edith's never lets me down.
Luckily, today is already Thursday and
I am so ready for a weekend just at home with Mr. D. I do love where we live.



