Now that eGullet has reorganized, the links to the things I had published there are dead. So, a small attempt to salvage. And it's relevant to the sumac mention a couple of posts back--Lebanese fattoush isn't fattoush without sumac...and purslane.
Tag: mexicans
Merida
I saw two more clowns. One was just waiting for the bus, with little rainbow tears on his cheeks.
Driving
I've almost cleared the 1000-kilometre mark, and about 300km of that I did today, driving UP and DOWN and all over the central and northern coast, so that after the eighth cute plaza with a little (or big) old church and pretty painted arcades, I was a little dazed.
Winding down
Tonight's my last night--back in the old favorite Playa del Carmen. Not the greatest beach town, but certainly not the worst, and the array of the Italian tourists' bathing suit styles and depths of tans is quite impressive.
A Cancun Coda
Cancun. I can feel you all shuddering from here.
The Radar I Have, As It Pertains to Restaurants*
Last night I realized mine needs to be specially recalibrated for Mexico.
Of dogs and pigs
So that dude who asked me if I partied... As the conversation got going, I thought, Nooo, he can't possibly be so sleazy as to hit on me, I mean, that's just too sad and predictable.
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.