
Fifteen years ago when we were in Palm Springs, they closed a city street one night a week for a sort of farmers market. I looked it up and they still do it. Here's Carol, thrilled that we brought Mocha along. Hey, the web site said dog friendly.
We ate at this vendor who had the best hamburgers we ever had. The meat was over an inch thick and not greassy. There were all kinds of things for sale, from home made soap, candles, ethnic foods etc.
Here's me buying from a vendor selling dried fruits. I bought dried pineapple rings, dried apricots, dates and pistachio nuts. They have this every Thursday evening.
I woke up early in the morning and thought that sand storm sure put some sharp pieces under the pillow. When I put my arm under there it really hurt. I got up to clean the sand away and it wasn't sand but tiny little fire ants under the pillow. I woke Carol and we vacuumed them up. I looked them up online and they are really in the bee and wasp family. They bite only to grab on and sting you with their stinger. Then they swivel around, still with their bite attached and sting again. Now I know why they call them fire ants, they sting like fire. I went to the store and got some insecticide bombs which we lit up and left for shopping.
Tonight were are spinning the compass to see where we will head off to next.