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I'm sitting in my little basement home office, about six feet underground, so no windows. Outside it's early morning, a balmy 44f for this time of year. It's been a most atypical winter for Nebraska, supposed to hit 64F today when the normal is about 30f. A basement is a novelty for me, since I spent most of my life in the Mojave Desert, where the ground is too hard to dig basements (caliche, a natural concrete, takes a jackhammer to cut through it). I've grown to appreciate the quiet, no noise from neighbors or passing traffic coming through windows.

I never expected to retire in the Plains. Most of my life I had the idea I'd stay in the desert, maybe northern Nevada, or worst case try Wyoming. The wife and I had started looking at Casper, but then came the job offer in Nebraska, near her family, couldn't turn it down. So here I am, in a city with more wildlife than I'd ever seen before, from deer to hawks to foxes and more rabbits and squirrels that I'd ever come across before. Quite an improvement from the occasional scorpion or rattler. The first time I heard a deer alert on the morning traffic radio report I thought it was a joke. Then I came across a herd of five one morning myself.

Much as I miss the desert, I don't see myself ever going back. Las Vegas has turned into another Los Angeles. Now that I'm on my own I do appreciate the occasional family visits from the nieces (wife's side). Nebraska has a different pace to life, a far cry from the constant hustle of Las Vegas. I live in the second largest city, but it still has a rural feel to it. Those who miss the "big" city can still go to Omaha to be reminded how the other half of the country suffers.

About the squirrels: they often perch outside the windows and watch those strange creatures inside. It adds a different perspective to life when you are the one in the zoo cage. They have no fear of people, but one screech from a fox and suddenly there isn't a squirrel or rabbit to be found anywhere.
 
Cuy is hard to find, when in Quito I had to get a taxi driver to help with the search, he went to a number of places before we found one. In a not very good part of town, apparently cuy is not for tourists.

The cuy was served more or less whole, cut into 4 parts. It had been skinned and partially gutted, but with head, teeth and feet still intact. It was awful, greasy and foul tasting. I had to drink a lot of chicha to get it down (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chicha).

My last meal in Ecuador before heading to the airport. My guts took a couple of months to recover, not sure if it was the cuy or the chicha. Not recommending either...
I saw sidewalk vendors grilling the cuy everywhere we went. The teeth were what did me in. I'm pretty adventurous food-wise, but I.just.couldn't......
 

I finally was able to move to a place with better lighting:

UK: Learning the Wrong Lessons from Pandemic Response Measures in Prisons –  AmnestyCardiff.org
 

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