Turned thirty-six.

Night before Mom asked if wanted to see a movie or what I wanted to do. Said I didn’t know; I’d think about it.

Got up. Latish like I do these days. 8:30? + knew what I wanted to go to Mexico. Just over the border, have a look around, speak some Espanol, get a taco, get back, enjoy the road trip & conversation there & back.

My only ogbstacle was Buddy & I wasn’t sure how to get around that—couldn’t take him & couldn’t leave him that long.

Going on the spur of the moment that late in the day was not how Mom would’ve done it. She sugested we go another day but I said it wouldn’t be my birthday, the spontaneity was half the fun, I didn’t need much time over the border anyway and plus I wanted to be able to say I spent my last four bdays in Mexico, Guatemala, Nicaragua, & Cuba respectively. So she said I better get on the phone to kennels.

Only $12 at Petsmart pet hotel in Tuckson. We stopped at Tubac b/tween [»] there & Nogales & toured the old fort grounds. Mom wanted to shop the surrounding boutiqies but there wasn’t time.

In Mexican Nogales (there is an American Nogales), I got some v. tasty street tacos. Mom sat that out so we went to a bakery for her. I called my S.C. friends to say “Estoy en tu pais.” We walked down the main commerical street & back up a residential street. People were friendly. Mom got some bobble-headed turtles (handcrafted from wood) for the grandkids and we were on our way.

Buddy was a little freaky after we picked him up but that wasn’t a big surprise, the tiger-striped insecure canine kid.