by Eric Schenck It was just a dog. Another day in Sayulita, Mexico, with my morning coffee on the balcony. Life was good. The sun was about to rise. A small surf town was stirring. The big fat iguanas were starting to wake up, too. I sit on this balcony each morning.
Wake up at 6:15 Make a pot of coffee Sit outside and observe This is how the start of each day goes. There is a house across the street from mine. Usually, what I see is an older…
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