This is what the guayabera-clad staff of luxury hotels seem to have taken to saying to arriving guests, even when it's just me driving up in my lub-lub-lubbing little blue Bug, with big sweat stains under the arms of my sink-washed shirt.
Category: Mexico
Sabroso!
I actually had a stupendously good meal: lunch at this little restaurant in some woman's house. Salpicon (shredded beef with a vinegary sauce, radishes and cilantro) preceded by this really nice creamy black bean soup. All the jamaica (hibiscus) I could drink.
Agua con Gas
One real benefit to traveling alone: I can double-dip my chips in the guacamole as much as I please. And I can order fizzy water without having to consult the table on bubbles vs. no bubbles. This trip is only making more set in my ways.
Viva Zapata!
The only trouble with traveling alone in a sunny climate is there's no one to put sunscreen on your back. I seem to have accidentally rendered the Pacific Ocean between my shoulder blades, with Japan and the California coastline marked in red.
Down Mexico Way
Anyway, this doesn't have anything to do with food, but I witnessed two weddings this week, and they couldn't have been more opposite.