So near and yet so foreign. . .

I still have papers to grade and end of the year things to finish for school, but my heart is already gone.  My heart has made its way to Miami. I'm hoping it has the decency to wait up for me.....
3 weeks I must suffer. It's not a pleasure trip, really. It's more like a holy pilgrimage.

I guess I'll amuse myself with picking out just the right shade of red for the mandatory killer pedicure.
I haven't time to give anything else much thought.

Why? Because I'm going to Miami....


This is where you'll find me. Giving homage and bowing low at the altar of San Pastelito.


A worthy object of devotion.  (Don't judge me.)

Three weeks! Ay, Dios mio!