Isla Serendipity

On Sunday after buying my morning juice at Ronco from Mr. Okey Dokey (that's his favorite English phrase to deal with those of us who don't speak Spanish), I walked south another block and turned into an area I hadn't traveled this trip. Since I didn't have the camera with me, I vowed to make the route with camera again on Monday morning before I packed. By the way, I'm back to drinking Simply Orange from a supermarket bottle and it simply sucks!

A large pink compound, the Crayola house, and some other sites are on that little loop before the road turns back to the twisting main street that heads south back to the airport strip. I ran into a good friend from the Juarez El Centro Gang on my walk that morning and ended up back at the Blue Iguana for last minute goodbye coffee. Serendipity! Life happens on the spur of the moment. That's what I love about Isla!

Now, I must think about taking Saby on her morning walk. It's so cold and windy out there, I think my flight landed in Kansas! (I know, I'm lucky there's not a blizzard and foot of snow.) Why couldn't I return to last week when it was 80 degrees!