Merzouga Moroc

The dunes were waiting and they had a song. “Keep on and don’t look back at what did not give fruit” stay on the road of life.image  image

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Ate the apple and on my way across the Atlantic

Ate lunch at Union Square Cafe yesterday with dear friends from Argentina who were in the city. Also eating lunch at our restaurant was Yoko Ono seated behind us. She looks like herself. We didn’t bother her. Today, I made it back to the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s exhibit of Plains Indian Art.  I forget the name of the exhibit something about sky and earth.  I found the exhibit a mess of interlocutions of part truths and mostly curator bs who knows not what he is exhibiting. One of the choice statements I overheard a female visitor referring to a woman’s beaded folded buckskin dress: “This is fancy fancy goods.” Says it all…”goods on display,” There was one particular item that took my breath away as I glanced at it bringing tears to my eyes, a medicine bundle that should not be on display. I quickly moved away from the case choosing not to  look at it at all. At one point I stood still at the center of the exhibit hall and took a reality check. I then decided this was a poorly designed exhibit of goods that all need to be returned to the descendants from where they were taken.

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East river wake up

image imageSlept very well after a long day of flight travel. Weather here in the city that is suppose to never sleep is beautiful.  Busy day with meetings then taking lunch with Pia and Dan and their two sons at Union Square somewhere. Breakfast with Cornelia and then over to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to view the Plains Indian exhibit. Lots of buzz over it and I just might write a review of it for a journal. Oh, the photos of the east river looking out from the place where I am staying.

Dallas where

I had a breakfast burrito from Dickeys BBQ here at airport in Texas.  They call it a breakfast taco. I asked the chef if it was a burrito and he shrugged his shoulders…he is Mexicano I’ m sure but this is Tejas, not beautiful Nuevo Mexico. To the sitting salon to wait for flight to Nueva York. image

3am drive to airport

Blessed Tyson, Stitch, Mugen, Kateri and Torque as I made my leave for the airport.  What a beautiful drive with the moon clearing the highway earlier today.  At the Albuquerque Sunport, I.e. airport waiting for a flight to Dallas and then change plane for flight to New York Laguardia airport. Cleaned the house, got packed, had dinner with sister Camille, Nati and great nephew Roxas. Fully packed only to discover my backpack handle is tearing…will it hold through the next 15 days of travel. Boarding is beginning. A start.image