Sueños Mexicano…

Even though it’s been gorgeous here on the West Coast all week, my restless heart is lusting today after a Mexican hacienda.  Last night I totally relinquished my sense of contentment to just 30 minutes of House Hunters International.  Damn that show.

I have a rather romantic notion of Mexico in spite of it’s darker side.  Flamboyant hot pink bougainvillea, white washed stairs ways, hidden garden courtyards, Spanish architecture,  Frida and Diego…  Wouldn’t it be lovely to drop everything and just go?

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