June 20, 2004

Sunday I head back and work for 5 solid hours. At noon, I go out to take a few pictures. When I come back I feel discouraged: it looks as though I’ve done so little but really, this is a big job. Maybe more than one person can do in 2 weeks. Just as I’m becoming maudlin, Claire, Tere’s daughter knocks on the gate. She’s come to collect me with her son Joey, an 18 month old who’s pure delight (I write this because I’m not his mother and thoroughly enjoy his no, no noing  to everything and the fact that he speaks Spanish about as well as I do). We drive back to Panorama and I settle in to read a trashy novel brought from the States.