As I descend the stairwell just after dawn each day with English muffins or bagels or perhaps a warm croissantito on my mind, I often am crooning Oh, What a Beautiful Morning because it usually is.
Sunny, foggy, rainy or cloudy, it does not matter. I feel good.
After eating an English muffin or bagel or perhaps a warm croissantito, the first task each day is to tidy up. This chore can be short and sweet, or it can be extensive. Naturally, being shiftless, I prefer the former.
The minimum is to shake the cushions on the terraza rockers, sweep the terraza, clean the birdbath, open the yard umbrella, and wipe the glass top of the table beneath the umbrella. The chairs too. During this process I often can admire passing flocks of white egrets, or a humingbird or two.
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We went to Cuba for our anniversary last April, and it’s about time to plan another anniversary trip. We don’t travel much. We haven’t been in the United States since the Bush Jr. administration. And that won’t change next year.
In spite of having lived in Mexico for a long time, I have seen little of the country. What I have seen has mostly been a result of driving (a) to Texas, seven hours, or (b) to our nation’s capital, five hours, or (c) to the beach, three hours.
All three are in different directions.
The nation outside those routes has pretty much eluded me, so we’ve decided to do anniversaries within our border for the foreseeable future.
First, we considered Palenque for 2013. Then, we looked at San Cristobal de las Casas. Both are in the troubled, southern State of Chiapas, home of self-promoting Subcomandante Marcos of Zapatista fame.
Then our attention turned to Mazatlán on the Pacific coast. All of those places are great, I am told. Actually, I have been to Palenque and Mazatlán, but both long ago before I moved over the Rio Bravo.
But we have, it seems, settled on the city of Oaxaca. My child bride, who has been in every state save Quintana Roo due to her 14 years as a government functionary, says I will enjoy Oaxaca. We will bus to the nation’s capital, and either bus or fly down to Oaxaca. Likely fly down and bus back.
More to come on that after it happens in March or April. Anything will be better than the grim Communist island of Cuba. Few of those poor people sing Oh, What a Beautiful Morning while descending the staircase toward warm croissantitos and orange marmalade, a freaking pity.
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This afternoon we will be on the plaza downtown selling the best pastries you’ll find in these parts. Do come and purchase, raising my child bride’s spirits.