Speaking of breakfast, Nidia made Michael and I one last platter of gallo pinto and salad. It’s going to be awhile before I get the real, authentic thing again. My gallo pinto never turns out the same.
The rest of the morning has been spent on goodbyes – both to people and to the numerous pets. I’m going to miss the kittens. I don’t know whether I’ll miss Pituka’s face though. Nor her piglet snorts and snuffles.Off to the airport. See you when I’m back in San Francisco.