It is hard to believe that I have been on this assignment for a full 13 weeks already! Last night I worked my final shift on my current contract. I look back and remember the days leading up to leaving Phoenix, getting here, adjusting, and then starting. In retrospect, it seems like yesterday, and I am truly amazed at how fast it went by!
An outstanding first adventure! I worked with and met lot of great people, had some adventures, saw and experienced a lot of things! I enjoyed it so much that after a two week interlude, I will be returning for another 13 weeks. After that, Spring will be around the corner and I will move on. It will be time to really begin to travel...
I would like to publicly answer a few emails I've received regarding my "apparent obsession" with both tortillas and bacon.
First, about bacon. Really!? I could take a moment and recreate a scene from the movie Forrest Gump... I shall not however. I bet if equal amounts of bacon, sausage, and breakfast ham is made and served, the first thing to run out, would be the bacon! For a non-scientific proof, just go to a Las Vegas Buffet for breakfast!
Second, the tortilla. Now this is just as serious. Although born a mid-westerner, I was raised and have lived in the southwest for the majority of my life. Give me some hard-tack and beef jerky, and I will be fine. Yet there is something about a hot fresh tortilla, regardless of being made out of flour or corn, that can make a simple meal into something gourmet!
In both cases, it is something a lot deeper. I have been asked and invited to come into a community to provide a much needed service. Yes, I am a temporary resident. Yet while I am here, I have become friends and family with those that I am helping and supporting.
It started out as a simple question at a breakfast one morning. I accepted the answer given. Yet as I got to know the servers, and one of the cooks, it became something else. Sort of like a game between us. A friendly exchange, that has now evolved into a lasting friendship, even perhaps becoming a member of the family. I walk into the lobby, and the front desk person knows my name, no longer am I a "room number." Likewise, I walk into the restaurant and they know who I am and treat me like a family member.
When I said goodnight to everyone at work last night, they were sad that I was leaving for two weeks; yet happy that I was going to return. A great group of caring people! This morning at the hotel, the same! So yes, I got my tortilla. And no, there was no bacon. Yet I did get a tableside visit from the cook.
He was sorry and apologized that there was no 'tocino' this morning. However, he promised that when I come back, he will make some every day.
Hasta luego Yuma! I will see you later!
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