it's back to the local Mexican...

Back to Bama, and goodbye to fresh fish, varied vegetables and ethnic restaurants. For old time's sake, we go to El Tenampa for our back-home dinner, say hello to Jesus (the manager), Blair (the waitress) and the other staff. Then it's back home for green tea made in a saucepan (why doesn't rural America do teapots?), blogging and bed for my jet-lagged little self.