Thanks to a recommendation from my Spanish teacher, we go out for dinner with our neighbours, Paul and Barbara, at a place called Tacoleto.
They do all kinds of tacos here, from the ones that tourists don’t like (with tripe, mainly) to ones somewhat derisively called ‘gringas” because white people like them. These have tortillas made from flour, rather than maize, and it’s true that most of us really do prefer them.
Paul and Barbara have given up their jobs to come here and run a Mexican travel website (http://www.glocaltravel.net/). They have no particular plans of where to be, or when to go back to London. Am quite jealous really, but we wouldn’t miss having Daisy for the world.
She’s now quite happy to sleep in the sling while we have an evening out, and copes with Tacoleto followed by a drink at a local bar no problem at all. Probably better than me, actually, I was knackered the next day.
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