A fine country, but for a handful of friends I know, a state of mind too:

“Mexico”

A small group of college buddies, close friends some, happenstance others, now life-long chums, brothers and sisters in arms.

The first time the core group came together was for a few days Roadtrip to Ensenada, Baja California, Mexico.

Never been back over the boarder, but we still call it Mexico, wherever we gather.

Through marriages and kids and divorces and cancer and death our friendships, our love lives on.

And as I say over and over, I’m always the better for it after seeing and being with these people.

I respect them. I enjoy them, I love them.

BLESSED.

“MEXICO.”