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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.


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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