We took a trip to visit the palm groves of a good friend of ours from Mexico. His home is an RV raised up on wooden stilts to sit above the flood waters during the rainy season; and covered with palm fronds to protect it from the harsh sun during the other months. The palm trees that stretch for miles on his land provide a place to sleep for the pelicans at night and a good hiding place for iguanas during the day. Here’s one of the locals blending into his surroundings. A lesson I seem to never remember when I am home in Connecticut. I arrive in Mexico with a suitcase full of stuff only to find I need so little here.