I mentioned yesterday that by the time we got to Mexico on Friday, I hadn't slept for a few days. Between working through the night and traveling and listening to Daniel update me on the last several months of his VERY ODD life, I was a total zombie.
We checked into the hotel on Friday afternoon and immediately went out to eat and wander the streets a bit and try our darndest to pick up a new version of ringworm since Axel left too soon a few months ago.
One of the reasons we wanted to go to Rosarito, specifically, was to check out the surprisingly nice art scene and to hopefully come away with a couple of paintings. Daniel and I looked at every piece in the town and listened to the life stories of every artist and fought over every contemplated purchase until finally threatening and blackmailing one another sufficiently to make our final selections. This is a scene we've practiced together in about half a dozen countries across the world now. And we've become very proficient at it.
|With my new painting that was a NIGHTMARE to transport home.|
Then, suddenly, Emily became very interested in trying on all sorts of dresses we passed on the street.
By about 6:00 I asked if we could go back to the hotel and take a quick nap. I didn't think I would have the energy for an evening of karaoke and midnight ocean plunges, like we had planned, without some rest.
Everyone agreed. So off we went for our nap.
We woke up at 9:30 the next morning.
I don't know what this says about me, but THAT, dear Strangers, is perhaps the best Valentine's Day I've ever had.
~It Just Gets Stranger