Security in New York reminds me of that in Mexico. Military police, both men and women dressed in fatigues, are on guard at posts throughout Grand Central Terminal and on the streets. Airport security is higher as well with more personnel on duty. I chuckle as an overweight female security officer wobbles past me, a "Special Services" label on her sleeve.
I'm finally relaxed and ready to get back to San Diego, back to the cool weather. But then what? I've got no job, no home, nothing really. Everything was put on hold to do this trip. I had big expectations, big plans to launch a photography career which has been on the decline ever since the recession hit. Maybe I'll join the military. It seems that it may be a good fit. It could at least be exciting. I will make another attempt at the film industry. So far it's been a disappointment. Every year gets better but without having enough 'filler' work I just can't seem to make ends meet.
This trip seemed to be the perfect opportunity to utilize all my talents and interests. So disappointing to be leaving but I must some how move forward.
Yesterday Alberto was gone much of the day buying stuff at Home Depot. Meanwhile, Ricardo, Felipe, and I pulled the anchors for inspection and to measure the length of chain and rope. We laughed and joked around while we worked. We developed a good working rhythm. I will keep in touch with them. They are good guys.
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| Felipe and Ricardo working on the anchor |
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