7.00am. Sound asleep. Sudden trumpet and guitar music.
RIGHT OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM WINDOW.
I say to Phillip “It sounds like they’re right here!”. Response: “They are. Happy Birthday!” I leap out of bed and look out the bedroom window. In my nightie.
And there they were. Six guys. Three trumpets. Three guitars. All singing a traditional happy birthday song en Espanol. And seeing me.
Ack. Clothes! Camera! Coffee! My birthday present from the folks. Solo en Mexico. I’m still recovering.