I am a nearly-retired, single woman currently living in San Cristobal, Mexico, a lovely place, but the pot is shitty, bacteria and parasites are rampant, these streets are uneven and I fall, and I miss being around people I can talk to, really talk to. So I'm coming back, this time to Northern California, where I want to live on a pot farm, and do whatever: cook vegetarian, clean, garden, nanny, just enough so I can make my paper art, smoke fantastic weed, live under the trees, and drink cheap chardonnay to my heart's content. I am making this message manifest in the world. Barbara