A year ago I was in Culiacán with my family. I always come for one last visit before heading back up north for a few months.
The last time I was in Culiacán this winter was in December. I promised my grandsons I’d be back again in April.
I hate to break a promise. But with the self-quarantine in place until April 30th there is no way I’ll be able to keep that promise. Right now Culiacán feels as far away as Leavenworth.
I try to view it in a more positive way. Obviously my departure from Mexico will be delayed this year. Where my destination will be is also up in the air. I guess I won’t know that for a while either. I may get to Culiacán yet.