November 15

I stayed another day at Haas-Cienda, catching up on this journal and waiting for the wind to die down. The sky cleared in the afternoon. Heather serves a good, standard breakfast, and I had the makings of a lunch. She told me there was a bomb shelter under the restaurant, where she and her kids would go if there was a tornado warning. I like to think that somebody would have made the effort to invite me.