Recharged

Returned from a quick trip to Del Rio and feel recharged. I think the drive is what does it, all that space between stops, all that land. UGH! If it is to be developed one day, I hope it's after I am gone. People need places to go where they can just drive and see nothing but open space, just land in it's natural state or fields of dirt awaiting seeds.

We discussed gnosticism, listened to Gene Vincent and had yummy goodies from Haby's while en route. I do enjoy driving that stretch of 90 Castroville-Del Rio.

My grandmother always sends us back with yummy food: taquitos de chorizo con frijoles, chorizo con papas, calabazita, homemade tortillas and green salsa. My husband loves Mexican food, yay!

Each time I am in Del Rio it is like I never left and I do love that feeling. It is like a hug. Now I am back where I live and feel claustrophobic again. This town is just collapsing in on itself. Thank goodness for a big back yard with a wild chili pequin plant, lil bit of home!