Leaving Formentera this morning in the dark, against a lee shore, in twenty knots, was our best situation in days. All we had to do was dodge the lightning bolts. At least we could squeeze in five hours of sleep…

A guacamole stain on my dress is distracting me from the view out the plane window.  Part of me doesn’t want to wash it off.  We were having a picnic with Zachary and his friends in Central Park just yesterday. …