flighty behavior

Relieved from my obligation to be available for work last weekend, I purchased a ticket for a flight that left in 1 1/2 hours. I spent the night in San Diego....California King high thread-count sheets are nice....and then headed for the border the next morning. Caesar and Teresa have a lovely place above the ocean between Rosarito & Tijuana, in which they show their generosity and hospitality unconditionally. Spanish was certainly the langage of choice, and again, I evaluate how good my follow-through actually is...and how much respect I have for peope who have the courage and devotion to know more than 1 language.

Several details from the weekend include:

• Watching how overt people tended to be...while Sharad's skateboard was used like a bobsled by multiple girls or when young and old participated in a group jumprope game.
• Being proud of mi madre.
• Bartering for unnecessary goods....I still prefer a price tag.
• Giggling about how I suspect a Nemo restaurant might play off in the States.
• Observing how fast fingers can move while Renuka's hair was being braided.
• Wondering if the American influence near the border nets to a positive.
• Losing track of how many times we had to ask for directions to find our friends' home on Sunday morning.
• Feeling more in the absence of understanding the language in simple fellowship.
• Going on a $2 one-hour boat tour of the harbor in Ensenada...what a deal...
• Crossing the border on foot and witnessing the fence going up.

Anyone with an idea on how to have more time in this short life, please write.