gritty musings...Bright Shiny Pennies

so you get mexico in stages...if you stay in large resort towns, you get a very milktoast version of mexican food...the farther you get from other white folks...the more mexican it gets...i love tacos...and real tacos are artistic simplicity...three to an order...unless you are buying them from a cart outside a bar...the hand made tortilla...always corn...and about three inches around...is heated slightly on a flattop or griddle...a little protein...my favorite...arrachera..marinated flank steak cut into little ribbons...or my second choice chorizo...spicy dried sausage...in mexico alot like peperonni...only mucho caliente..add a little lettuce...some onion...possibly cilantro...squeeze of lime...and salsa picante...now this sauce varies like an italian mothers red gravy...each place a little different...from brown made with maggi to red with tomatoes...and then there is por hombres...a crushed habanero...dusted with sea salt and the juice of one lime...simple lightning...we were on ...

when you travel with the beautiful girl...you tend to make some friends...as you all know or would guess i am kinda an introvert...okay so not really...but together we are ambassadors for the crazy ass american touristas... lets see there were the "too young to be actual, but dreamed of actually being" deadheads...lost in a little town west of austin... these two were a hoot...chasing down the alleys of isla ...tryin to score some weed...and she didn't even smoke...or the angry school teacher and his retail manager wife...they helped cindy guard over the sea turtle nest until the preservationists arrived...there was fletus, the only real name i'll use...just because his name was fletus..."you can't get away with anything when your name is fletus...its not like ohh it wasn't that fletus it was the tall one"... he was a trombone player from a memphis funk band ...the newlyweds...from sanfran...he was a sysco rep...there is just no escaping that damn c...

" vacations are like orgasms...once you have one, you just can't wait to have another!!!! and once you have been to isla you are a orgasm addict... estoy enamorado de esta isla mujeres!!! it was smaller than i thought...it had way fewer non mayans than i ever could have expected...it was bigger...taller ...rockier...longer and sweeter than i ever could have imagined...we needed our limited spanish...and it got a lot better cause we had to speak it...our hotels were exceptional...the food was simple to a degree that delighted the chef in me...the fisherman came in at three pm...pick your dinner out of the cooler...fried, served with frioles negro...tortillas, ensalada and a shrimp soup...the soup had one giant prawn surrendering to a fish fume spiked with cilantro, carrots and habanero...the sauce picante...mucho caliente, just doesn't cover it...basically a hab...smashed seeds and all, sea salt, lime and water...por hombres...the waiter laughed...checking to see if i had ...

i love livin in the south...wearing shorts and flip flops roughly 350 days a year...being able to ride my bike to the beach...yeah like i do that...but when the forth comes around...we southerners get into blowin shit up...you get to sign a paper down here saying ...yep i'm a farmer..an i am buyin all these pyrotechnic deeeevices to scare off critters...then we buy 1/4 sticks of dynamite or laws rockets and head to the backyard...the sky colored by every neighbors saved collection of explosives...i was reminded of those pictures of bagdad during the war...and hey if you didn't have time to run up to the fireworks tent on the corner...or you are just old-fashioned...then grab your automatic weapon and THE KIDS AND GO SHOOT SOME HOLES IN THE SKY...it seems every year some poor bastard gets a bullet in the head from returning fire...i swear i felt like i was in the war zone last night...and its funny...well that kinda...hair on the back of your neck funny...when you can different...