Wooden pipe from Mexico.
I picked this up many years ago while on vacation with Deana, somewhere in the Yucatan. Â I remember the marketplace and the haggling we did for everything we bought. Â Somewhere on the drive to the market we passed through some tiny town, and as we slowed down for a series of speed bumps, a flock of young children swarmed the car chirping “Uno peso for me!? Uno Peso for me!?”, hands outstretched into our open windows. Â I felt so uncomfortable.
I have so many beautiful memories from that vacation. Â And the pipe has also provided nice memories on many occasions. Â But it’s time to day goodbye and move on.