Most mornings early, while the air is still cool, one hears the whoosh of the kerosine burner of a hot air balloon lofting intrepid visitors gently over the rooftops of El Centro. Seen here against the corner of our Palapa, this one roused me from my slumbers at around eight AM. One day I will summon up enough courage to do this although I am not sure my ancient joints will provide the necessary shock absorbance for the landing.