Goodbye Friends...

I loved the leaving from Mexico.  The departure was late, no surprise.  The weather was windy...inevitably bumpy for take-off.  The hour was early.  But...these three guys who were shepherding the plane into take-off position, they did their work with their orange light-sabres...and then they just stood there.  We are sitting on the tarmac waiting to "go" and they are standing there looking at the plane.  A couple of them are chatting; the third is just standing, looking at the plane.  

It was curious.  I wondered if they didn't have better things to do.  But there they stood.

And then when the engines revved and the plane began to move, they gave us a little salute and waved good-bye.  How cool is that?