Mr. Moon had oatmeal for breakfast.
I had huevos divorciadios. Two eggs, over medium, on tortillas with beans and red sauce and green sauce.
I believe I won.
There is a beautiful girl (well, there are several beautiful girls) who works here. She is pure light, inside and out. She gives the best hugs. This morning I told her, "It's another beautiful day."
"I feel so lucky to be here," I said, and tears began to well up in my eyes.
"Esta Paraiso," she said.
"It is. Paradise."
It's just the truth.