Americans in Paris

Paris.

Nice.

You have the Eiffel Tower.  Lauduree macaroons...with gold foil. But limited edition macaroons, really?  Seriously? They're cookies, for goodness sake. Get some perspective.

Isle de la Cite, Champs Elysee, Arc de Triomphe, the Seine, Pont Neuf, Place de la Concord.

We get it.  Paris has nice stuff.  The Louvre.  Bateaux mouches, street mimes, berets and French bread, French perfume, French cuisine, French fashion, haute, haute, haute.  Blah, blah blah.  Nice.  But.  You could do better.

You could do Mexico, tierra del sol, but this isn't about sunshine or cactus, mariachis or pork skins.  Oh, sure, we got those.  And this isn't about charm, not that we don't HAVE charm.  You ever heard of cobblestones?  Well, we've got 'em. 

This is about Highway 57. 

If you're far from home and have been for a while, home is going to come back to you in memories.  They are the memories you don't summon, they just come when they want to, hang around a while, make you happy. Make you sad.

Sad, because you left a lot back there.  Tex-Mex, the Galleria, Trader Joe's.  Really sad.....kids, grandkids.

Happy, because you have Mexico's Highway 57 that takes you back to Houston and then brings you back again to Mexico, to mariachis and pork skins.   Paris isn't handy like that.  Adios and adieu.

~  Carolyn in Mexico.