These beautiful handpainted plates,
bought in Mexico two years ago
always bring me joy.
I could have spent hours
I could have spent hours
in the little shop where I
found them,
with wall-to-wall art
disguised as plates and pitchers.
It was so hard to choose,
but these beauties
called out to me.
And now, whenever I see them
peering out from my China cabinet,
I’m transported right back
to the Riviera Maya.
Now that’s what I call
a good souvenir.
