Sunday mornings listening to rancheras, eating mulletas con canela y butter. Dogs eagerly awaiting dog snacks or crusts of dried french bread and talking to family in various parts of the world via the miracle of the telephone. enjoying clouds and weak brown winter sun while the rest of the world endurs frozen fingers, pipes, and roads or worse in the case of casablanca, where a large majority of the population is up to their knees in flood water. when i walk outside and see blossoming tulip trees, roses in bloom, and flowering jacarandas, i am grateful to be here in the coastal chapparal of califas.
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