America

Had a nice breakfast this morning. The cleaning staff at the hotel where Mexican, and quite surprised when we spoke a bit of Spanish.

I had a Texas shaped waffle this morning because .... America.

That's reason enough, isn't it?

The desk jockey was coaching me through the process, figuring I wasn't going to get through the ordeal unaided.

I showed her. I fried up the best damn flour and water mixture that front office had seen. I used the artificial syrup liquid to trace our path as soon as I realized it was Texas, which took a while because I am used to round, not the strange shape in front of me.

We're en route to New Orleans today.

Nos vemos.