I’m back on the scene after a 10 day jaunt to the NYC area to escape the Mexican summer heat. Our travels brought us to family and friends, from PS1 and MOMA to square dancing and water skiing in Northwest Connecticut.
For the first part of our trip, we ran around New York, getting our museum fix on. We hooked up with Mexico-to-RockawayTaco transplant Andrew Field and played in the brilliant PS1 exhibits of Olafur Eliasson and Public Farm 1, making a stop at Mollusk NY. Uncle Timbo accompanied us to MOMA for a peek at the Home Delivery prefab exhibition and we got our shop on as we bought tons of baby crapola in preparation for the the arrival of the seedling in early January.
The second part of our trip brought us to Lakeville Connecticut, home of Camp Sloane. The place where I spent every summer, first as a camper then as a counselor. Labor Day weekend is Family Camp, so we joined some old camp buddies and reminisced around the camp fire and enjoyed the nature wonderland that is the Berkshires. Some serious spiritual stokage occurred.
We’re back in Vallarta now. It’s hot and the water’s flat. Ro just text’d saying “they” say there are waves, so I’ll end this here. Got a grip of photos to edit through, so hold tight.
as it should be, one long glide of days that blur into a time well spent.