This is the date. Twenty years ago today is the date on our orders, when we officially began. A celebratory lunch seemed called for. A trip to Burger King would be appropriate, the place to eat on base, but neither of us were up for that. So we went to our regular favorite, the Iguana Rojo, again. It's festive. Uncharacteristically quiet there today. They didn't have decorations up when they opened, new items show up intermittently, organically. Always good to find new treasures in old places.
Labels: love story