Palm Sunday.
Lots of fresh fruit, papayas, guavas, mangos... The mangos were the best I ever had. Soft like a peach and sweet, and you can peel them like a banana, and take bites around the small pit. Its not the variety that you could really ship, and not super stringing like I'm used too. I ate more of these then my stomach wanted to handle.Paco and Paloma were a little amazed we didn't get sick from the street food, but we pretty much indulged in everything, tacos, tortas, tamalies, smoothies. It was all delicious. Nancy even got a langua (tongue) taco. The guy cut the giant thing in half, peeled the outer skin off with a couple quick rips, warmed it up on the grill, and put a corn tortilla around it. You could still see the tastbuds and Nancy scarfed it down without much chewing or examination. She said it tasted like beef.
Gum tree. Like I said, we ate everything.
Everything except this little zoloitzcuitle, a hareless Aztec dog... a little greasy to the touch.
The culture in Mexico is very affectionate. Greetings are made with an embrace and a kiss on the cheek, and the parks are full of couples making out.
We love Paloma Guerrero!
And Mexico!
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