I drove out of my way in Hermosillo to find the tacos I found last time. These were great, but not exactly the same. I ate them in little bites as I drove north out of town and each piece tasted better then the last. That was breakfast. Lunch was a big bag of chips, a can of heaven's nectar, and two pieces of bubble gum. Dinner with my mother at her home in Tucson. Blessed, blessed, blessed, to be able to come home and eat dinner with my mom. I never fully appreciated the significance until now, but now I do. I appreciate a lot of things now I did not before.