This morning we hiked up to the top of the hill where the cemetery and the big white cross that go with it lord over the town. Headstones just sort of crawled all over the rocky hilltops in every direction. Makes one wonder if you simply go up there and dig your own when a loved one dies or if there actually is someone in charge.
We were walking out of the marina with the kids in hand when a security guard suddenly wished me a Happy Father’s Day. “Hoy?” I asked. Today? “Si. Si.” We had no clue. We are a marketers worst nightmare.
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I long for the day when I don’t have to live by a calendar or a clock.
That photo of Lowe all splayed out in sleeping baby splendor… be still my heart. He is muy precioso!
Muy precioso. Guess how many times we’ve heard those words in the past three years. 🙂
That’s a pretty good hike up to the cemetery and back. Not in miles so much as in elevation change. Was that photo of Lowe taken after you returned from the walk?
Yes indeed it was. We walked up there, then down to the back plaza, then over for a taco, and then he was finished. 🙂