“But when from a long distant past, nothing subsists, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered, still, alone, more fragile, but with more vitality, more unsubstantial, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remained poised a long time, like souls, ready to remind us, waiting and hoping for their moment, amid the ruins of all the rest; and bear unfaltering , in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.” excerpt from Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust. Continue reading “Finding Grace in a Grilled Ham & Cheese”→
Feeling a little sad tonight as I enjoy my last night in Cabo. It has been a wonderful, leisurely week with walks on the playa, cervazas by the pool, siestas, and peace.
“Playa Cerrado” means the beach is closed but it doesn’t have to mean that the wonderful times are coming to a close. I plan to keep the spirit of my Cabo experience with me. Continue reading “Playa Cerrado”→