Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Greetings from the Deep South

Well, here I am visiting Marco's folks in a town where there are more churches than gas stations. We are feeling a bit the fish out of water. To ground ourselves, we've made our way to the nearest dread Starbucks (a godsend!), where I am reading about writing and Marco is reading Salon. We are hopeless. Alas.

Some amazing things down here: Spanish moss, a sign for a horse ranch called "Ocala Stud," a bar called "No Where?", and Marco's mom's yucca pasteles.


Alison said...

Others in the deep south want to know, where exactly are you?

Deborah Siegel said...

30 miles outside of Ocala. And today I went to the Gulf coast and saw manatees and alligators. For reals!