Back to Santa Cruz (Happy Birthday, Mom!)

The morning we woke up in Nebaj it was Mom's birthday! Having had no debit card (and thus no disposable cash) before Mom's arrival, I wasn't very prepared. I had had to sneak away during the night to a place labeled "regalos" (gifts) only to find it full of toy cars and things like cheap clocks and busts of Irish setters (wtf?). I had finally decided on some fake flowers in a plastic pot (the real deal would have been impossible to find at that hour) and an umbrella (think 'useful'). On behalf of Mark I got her some playing cards so she could make me play cribbage with her on her birthday.

Despite my bleek birthday offerings, Mom was gracious and seemed pleased with my gifts and my in-bed coffee service. After a breif foray into a traveling retail show at the local auditorium we hopped a brimming microbus (designed for 12 and carrying about 24) and headed home. Back in Quiche we webbed it up and cribbaged it up until going to be early.