I haven't really had a chance to use much Spanish since my last trip to Mexico years ago. What a trip that was, me, Sammy Hagar, and too many burritos. However, that is a story for another day.
Today, I had an out of body food experience. Kind of like existentialism mixed with salsa. After a rousing morning of Lacrosse, the fastest game on two feet, I rode my Vespa over to Costa Vida!!! I appreciated the authenticity of the women making the tortillas from scratch. The last time that I had tortillas like this was at La Hacienda Real in Salem, Oregon. I wanted to convert the tortillas to a liquid and mainline them, they were so good. I totally get addictions to good things like this, not nasty stuff like the fumes from paint cans. As I ate each handmade tortilla, I imagined myself combining other good things with these tortillas, ie; raspberry jam, cinnamon honey butter, and Waverly peaches.
I ordered twelve tortillas, so that I could have a stash back at the hotel just in case a craving struck. The chips were good and the smothered burrito was to kill or die for. Preferably kill. Not only was the burrito encased in the handmade tortilla, but it was covered in green chills!! I chose the sweet pork as the meat. What a masterful decision. I am sure that I ate my body weight and more in that burrito. Costa Vida, finally something of cultural significance comes from California!
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