It is the simplest of things....
....like the churro truck parked along the cobblestone streets
...the ability to find solitude just out my front door; in any direction of travel
...the rickety old 'pangas' traveling deep into the sea each evening & the fishermen working along the docks
...the skyline of our neighboring town, shyly looming at us from across the water
...and my favorite eatery; the backside of Doña Maria's home, open only on Sundays.
It is the simplicity of the people, places & things which deepens my love for the little Mexican village,
I call home.
I call home.