A Trip to Mexico via the Basement

Now that the weather is turning cold, and the nights are never ending, my thoughts turn to Mexico. (I work in a windowless room, and it's already dark out by the time I leave.) I'm picturing iguanas lounging in the trees and munching huge pink flowers, and hermit crabs scurrying along the tide pools at the edge of the ocean. I love it when they grab food with their big claws and wave it around. It might be time for another trip to the Yucatan. I want to see the sea turtles again. They are so huge and graceful, swooping through the water, and they have big, sleepy dark eyes.



Once when I was in Mexico I even saw a jaguar at a national park. He looked like a huge version of Mystic, just stretching and lounging on an outcrop of rock above the gleaming mouth of a cenote. (A cenote is a natural deep well of clean water with limestone sides. I don't think we have them in Farmington.)



Tonight for dinner maybe I'll fry up some vegetable fajitas with salsa. I have a couple of cans of my favorite salsa down in the basement, Herdez. I'm nuts about Herdez. The cilantro and serrano peppers are what makes it taste great. It'll be like a vacation indoors. I'll just hang out with Whippy for a while after I eat. She's like having a little piece of Mexico down in the basement.