These are not very good photos but I always love the sight
of the mountain range north of Monterrey - especially when I'm coming back into Mexico.
After having been in flat, flat Houston, it is nice to be reminded of topography other then swamp land.
Don't laugh but I took these photos going at least 70 MPH (probably much more) and
just reached out with my trusty Panasonic Lumix and snapped. No they are not as
clear as a good camera, but what the heck, you get the idea.
The trip to Houston managed to check off all the boxes -
(1) I can see again.
(2) I now know all the stuff wrong with my car
(you don't want to hear it all, I promise)
(3) I managed to celebrate, enjoy and cook for Hannah and Andrew on their 16th birthday along with seeing my wonderful granddaughter Jessica who was home from college.
(4) I did NOT get to see hardly anyone as, (a) I brought the wrong US cell phone with me and couldn't call anyone, and (b) the weather definitely did NOT cooperate
(5) I DID get to hear some awesome music and hang out with some radical (that's a joke) people.
Gone for a little over two weeks, it is always nice to leave traffic behind, the fast pace of Houston and return to the sound of the church bells every morning, the birds, and some mornings even a few fireworks (that's a joke too).
Some day I'll take my annual calendars for the last 13 years, add up all the trips I've made back and forth.
I'll report the tens of thousands of miles I've traveled with nary an incident except for one blown out tire which was hastily changed by a young man on the road!
All this rhetoric about how dangerous the roads of Mexico are is just "poppy cock".
And, I'm here to tell you so!