Day 8: The Final Farewell

With America knocking on our door, it's funny how time just seemed to speed back up suddenly.  I could smell coffee brewing in the breeze.  I heard the shuffling of others shaking the sleepy from their bodies and preparing for the final journey ahead.  By some strange twist of fate I had the wherewithall to pack light so it didn't require too much effort. 

But still, there was a quiet sulleness in my midst knowing that we had only a few short hours left before "good bye" would be mandated.  Trying to soak up as much of the shore line as possible, a group of 15 would-be residents repacked for the trip home, giving gracious farewells to Tom and his amazing crew....

By the way, Geydhi and Jose did EVERYTHING short of wiping our butts while we were there.  Incredibly hospitable, friendly, warm and forgiving (for our more obnoxious nights).  They work hard... damn hard. 

We piled up into our caravan after what seemed like an hour of exchanging embraces and farewell's and "see you soon"'s.  With one last final check, the van doors shut... and Casa del Corazon became a lasting imprint in our rear view mirrors as well as our hearts. 

The time spent there has left such an impression that many of us will return again in the Fall of 2014.  Same place.  Same exact coordinates on the map. 

Tom is a host with the most.  And I can't wait to Viva La Mexico all over again.

Landing in RVA