Saturday, April 26, 2014


Martina and I stayed at Hotel With No Furniture.  During the day, while she was in town shopping, I would be writing, working on my book.  Then in the evening it was nice to stretch out on the patio (they hadn’t yet gone totally no furniture, there was still patio furniture) and smoke and drink and look east to the red clay hills coming on like neon lights, and behind them, blue mountains, a pod of them, breaching.  At night, we could hear the mariachi and Ranchero and Norteno and Banda, all kinds of music from outdoor stages and backyard parties all over town, all very simpatico.  For more about Hotel With No Furniture, plus other topics, download a copy of The Light This Time of Year, just 99 cents at Amazon.