Mexico isn’t exactly known for it’s healthy cuisine, but we’ve managed to do pretty good so far. That is, until last night. For all of my vegetarian friends and family, you may want to skip this post (and any other overly health conscience reader)…I’m afraid you may lose all respect for us.
Santa Rosalia is famous for their hotdogs. Not just any hotdog. Their bacon wrapped, deep fried hot dog. That’s right. Bacon wrapped, deep fried. And they serve it on a delicious mouthwatering roll. They’ll load it down with anything you like, mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup, onions, salsa, cheese, pickled onions, peppers, the list goes on and on. After hearing so much about the hotdogs, we went up with Teri and Scott last night and gave them a shot. They were absolutely delicious. Now, I’m not a big hot dog fan mind you. Up until a few years ago, I couldn’t get one down. But these are out of this world. If you’re a fellow cruiser and haven’t been here yet, it’s a little stand diagonally across from the Santa Barbara church (they don’t open until 6 or 7 at night and are not open on Mondays).
On our way home, we had another Mexican moment. Jake stepped in a patch of concrete where they were filling up a hole in the sidewalk. It kind of happened in slow motion for me…I saw him walking, I saw the cement, but before I could get it out of my mouth, he had already stepped in it and was looking up at me with a look like “ewww…what was that?” After the initial shock, we got a big laugh…Hey, It’s Mexico!
Last minute runs for provisions today and tomorrow we leave.
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