Rick and I left in the pickup for the little international airport in Leon just after 4:00 this morning in the dead of night. It is about an hour and a half drive there in the dark. We did not hit any goats or cows.
There he is in his standard Marine fatigue top.
His plane took off for Dallas at 6:50 a.m. He will land in Dallas at 9:15 a.m. and go through U.S. Customs. Then he will climb on a plane to Cedar Rapids at 12:05 p.m. Assuming all goes well, he will touch down there at 2:00 p.m.
(I send your dad back to you a little crippled up, Stacie. He stepped off a curb wrong or something yesterday and pulled a muscle in his leg. I had to dose him with Tylenol PM in the middle of the night. He did not sleep well, poor old bastard. But he comes bearing gifts.)
What a grand drive back to San Miguel de Allende this morning after seeing Rick off. That was it on my schedule for the foreseeable future, if you can call that a "schedule." I stayed behind a truck overloaded with hay for quite some time as we wended our way back through the mountains, back into the heart of Mexico.
The sun rose about half way home. There was haze down in the valleys among the acacia trees, the mesquite, and the nopal cactus. Some lights stilled twinkled here and there in the villages.
It made for a special mood. I was elated, as a matter of fact, tears in my eyes. I think I shall walk up the street, find a table in the sun, and have a big breakfast outdoors. I am the luckiest son-of-bitch in the world today. I did not have to board an airplane and return to the United States of America.