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.
Kinetic.
Colorful.
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.
Shopping.
Talavera.
Profusion.
I try.
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.
Kinetic.
Colorful.
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.
Shopping.
Talavera.
Profusion.
I try.
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