Our International Falls friends have broken free and landed in Playa del something. Here is Wayne's note. Imagine a 64-year-old in spandex lolling beside a pool, tapping out messages:
Stan,
We managed to fly over the big storm to get to Playa. Our hotel is small with 33 rooms and very clean and quaint. We overlook the the beach a half block away. The booze and food is cheap and I won't even mention the 80 degree weather and such.
Gotta go, Mary Ann is up, the dog is at a sitter, and I have to check my lottery ticket to see if I can extend beyond two weeks.
Wayne
