I did get to talk to a friend, that is, I gave a nurse to nurse report on a patient that was being transferred. I find it interesting how small my community truly is. I came to Yuma, and met a friend that I worked with before. I can call another hospital and talk to someone I know. There is a unseen, not well understood by most, family...
I decided to take an extra day to rest and recuperate before I ventured home. Woke up with overcast skies, light rain, and cooler temperatures.
My only regret, I did not get to the restaurant and have breakfast at all this trip. No tortillas, no tocino...
When one is on the road, there are only two people to talk to, oneself and God. It is truly an amazing experience... just when you think you are talking to yourself, you realize that the answer to your question is totally not your own!
So I leaned, and took an exit.
I stopped at a gas station, used the facilities, and bought a cup of coffee. Now, this is a special occurrence in and of itself, as I rarely buy coffee. As I walked out, I noticed a food truck/trailer.
I was hungry, so I asked if they had a breakfast type burrito... Chorizo and eggs? Found out that this little place had made over 100 burritos this morning, and were all out! So I settled for two tacos. It cost me $4.00. Most importantly, I could have more if I wanted...
As I took my plate, there were two men having there breakfast at a table. They pulled out a chair and asked me to join them. I set my plate down and offered to share some salsa that I had, so I went to my bike and retrieved it.
Now the salsa is a whole different story. Something to share later...
However, we ate, we talked, and we shared. Tamales and tacos for breakfast! One of my new acquaintances had three more tacos, I asked for two more...
We spent almost an hour talking, eating, and connecting. And the extra tacos, didn't cost anything.
As I left, I returned my plate to the window and left a tip. Maggie, the proprietor was befuddled! She said she never gets tips! She actually said, "I feel like a dancer." I reassured her. I told her that I bought two tacos for $4.00, had two more, so $8.00 total.
If you ever find yourself traveling on I-8, and are approaching Welton... pull off, go to the Chevron, and look for Maggie's trailer. If it's not there, go into the Chevron and ask where she is. Then go and find her! When you get there/find her, tell her this:
"I biker told me about your tacos, and he said, 'I should leave a tip'."
Life is to be lived! Enjoy the experience! Commune...
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