as quiet a night as no bar/restaurant wants…the early action apparently was for ‘thankgiving dinners’…after being hammered by wine, tryptophan and desserts, the gringos departed, for wherever they go after dark…the town was full of ’em earlier but they disappeared…football, early nights…who knows? only Ricardo’s Tabacos Y Vinos doing any kind of action and even that was limited…ok…we all take a night off…
it was another totally different thanksgiving…an older crowd…me, the sexagenerian, the youngest? yep, but i got to meet people i’d always wanted to meet…and eat, eat and …only spilled wine once down the white linen jacket..Daughter #1 called halfway thru…on her way to the Wicked Witch of the West’s annual rake-over…whew..sooo glad to be out of that loop..yeah, your dad ran off and he’s in some godforsaken hellhole called Guatemala…wrong, chablis breath..this all happened 26 years ago and you’re still not over it? hello, marriage #5…her’s, not mine…i quit before those numbers went up..
tomorrow? who knows, who cares? the ever tasty Marvel holding court and keeping tabs straight at T&V…the sublime MDC at Salon Creativo trying to score an apartment for me…yes,,I’m moving…after the first of the year…somewhere quiet..views, air,windows, maybe even a small patio for bbq’s…got anything? i’m ready…i’ve been thrilled to be in Bangalore Bobs..but the buses, tuk-tuks and so on have burned me out…
the Antigua ‘guide book’ project? moving ahead…two weeks or so for the ebook…cover close..here’s a sample..
Our Man in Antigua 
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