Be Prepared!

I got back to my room by about 6 on Wednesday and the clothes in the closet were calling to me. I always hang Meg's clothes up. My other clothes, not so much.

But after a very good Mexican dinner, I decided I needed to take a walk around the area more than I needed to dress. It was a tough decision. It not only meant I was missing an opportunity, but it meant I had carried a LOT of items that would just be ballast.

I considered walking on to the campus, to enjoy the view, but instead I crossed the street and started walking. I found a couple of little clothing shops. Both, alas, closed at 6. I went past a couple of restaurants that I saw on my arrival from the airport; I didn't realise they were that close to the hotel ~ less than a ten minute walk.

I felt better after walking off a few calories. Whenever I refuse sweets of one sort or another I always say "I'm trying to keep my girlish figure." Everybody laughs. I guess it's one of those it's-funny-'cause-it's-true things. One of these days, I'll say "no really. I really want to keep my girlish figure." The problem is, I don't have a girlish figure, and that's overboard so it won't be funny.

And then I heard a call louder than the Call of the Clothes. "Ice Cream" it said. I'd never been to a Marble Slab Creamery before but it sounded good and it was right in front of me. It was empty except for a college-age girl working the counter. I chatted with her about El Paso while I was eating, and wished it was Meg she was chatting with.

I think Meg would feel comfortable walking around on or near the campus. There were the usual bars nearby, but also some small commercial districts (and those clothing shops). I'll be back in El Paso in a month or two, and Meg will almost certainly take a look at Texas.