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Last weekend I escaped

to this marvelous place with my best friend of decades to celebrate her birthday weekend.

We started with a 90-minute massage. No pictures. Obviously.

After that we checked into our lovely little B&B.

A much different feel from last fall's escape to Whisper's Ranch.

More authentic, less hokey.

Delicious dinner served on the patio at a local eatery. Everything we did was within walking distance. Here's our before-dinner goat cheese quesadilla.

And our after-dinner chocolate foam pyramid (the busser described the desserts to us). I call it a Grand Teton. Deelish.

"Don't whack it!" "But it's got a whacker!"

Sculpture garden adjacent to the restaurant.



Kitschy nichey: la Virgen de Guadalupe's little corner shrine.

Morning coffee knitting klatsch.

Breakfast came in a basket: croissant, yogurt, cheese, orange juice, and bananas.

Local cemetery.

Another home for the Virgin.

Equine encounter.




I try.


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temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
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4. To come to terms (usually followed by 'with').

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