Living in a hole on the seaside edge of the rock wall of out little patio was this lovely iguana that I named Pancho Villa Sue. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. Sometimes animals just tell me their names. She hung out on the wall, in the sun, around the grounds, by the pool, and according to another guest, could be handfed if done carefully. I’ve made iguana friends before in Little Cayman, and have petted and fed them, so I didn’t need to do that, but Pancho Villa Sue seemed to like me, and hung out with me quite a bit, occasionally doing her little head bops. She, along with MKL, were all the companions I needed.

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Cozumel, Mexico.

Quote of the day: “Mexico admits you through an arched stone orifice into the tree-filled courtyard of its heart, where a dog pisses against a wall and a waiter hustles through a curtain of jasmine to bring a bowl of tortilla soup, steaming with cilantro and lime. Cats stalk lizards among the clay pots around the fountain, doves settle into the flowering vines and coo their prayers, thankful for the existence of lizards. The potted plants silently exhale, outgrowing their clay pots.” — Barbara Kingsolver

Daily gratitudes:
Green things sprouting in the backyard
Lovely nights
Healthy cooking
Dancing with MKL
My cuddly cat