Guadalajara Airport.
The pool. Unfortunately it isn't heated and it was too cold to use.
The lobby of the Hotel Casa Grande. The best thing about this hotel is that it is right across the street from the Guadalajara airport. It cost me 135 dollars a night. It was almost empty.
Restaurant in the hotel. There are two restaurants.
Free breakfast buffet...... I am home now. Not happy. Cold and lonely here. Overwhelmed with all the work to do to get out of here again.
Don't be lonely - you still have all of us total bloggy-strangers! I know, it's no one to join you for dinner while serenades fill the air.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear you arrived safely Patricia. Don't fret, everything happens for a reason. Just think of of your trip as a temporary way station on your way back SOB. And for sure keep up the blog. Your writing is never boring. My ex-sister-in-law Patrica W. (Same initials as yours) runs the Salvation Army in Redding just north of you. She's a good person to know in your area. I had to delay my trip to Mexico until August because the US Census bureau hired me. Everything for a reason eh? Use your camera, keep writing NOB and keep your spirits high.
ReplyDeleteYour blog friend,
Keith Bris
Mesquite, Nevada
Thank you Sue and Keith.....I need the encouragement....very depressed. feel like I will never get away....Patricia
ReplyDeletePatrcica,
ReplyDeleteYou express so clearly and economically fears and anxieties so similar to mine. Like feeling invisible or feeling like a piece of flotsam that the world revolves around (I've cleaned up this AA saying a bit...)
Faith, even if in an elusive Higher Power helps -- often, sometimes -- but not always on a schedule I wish. The best I can do is to acknowledge I'm having a bad day/week/month/life and realize it will get different, possibly better, if I just keep breathing and doing the best I can. Ok, some days the best I can is to get up and feed the cat then go back to bed for 12 hours, but I do so knowing it pass.
I was born & raised in the Central Valley, Red Bluff is WAY north, eh?
When I closed up my mom's house I was in "get it done" guy-mode so I was quite detached from it all, knowing the emotions would come eventually. I my case, years later.
My one trip back to NOB since I moved here was very brief, totally goal oriented: fly up, pack up my truck, come back. I was back home in 1 week exactly and the entire experience seemed like a dream.
and yes, it felt so liberating to be back HOME.
I look forward to reading of your return to Mexico.
/david