A Quiet Sunday, Sort Of

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Not much to report today except we consulted Yelp to see what restaurants around here serve the tastiest food. We chose a taco place with enthusiastic reviews and went for a walk to give it a whirl. It takes 12 minutes to stroll from our place to the center of Ixtapa where the restaurants are, but the scenery makes for a pleasant saunter ...

Not a shabby sidewalk.

Here we are seated at taco heaven in eager anticipation ...
They keep one's hungry stomach from growling and scaring the children by serving Nachos while one waits.

The tacos arrived in bulk so to speak. It was up to us to orchestrate the components into tacos ...


The menu said we'd get three but with four tortillas one makes four, and it gives me pleasure to report they lived up to the praise. Messy but delicious!

Then a women's band marched into the restaurant and delivered a performance. Our seats put us at the rear of the show in strict compliance with the rule of life that decrees that, should a band ever enter any restaurant and perform, Edwin's seat, should he be present, shall be, in fact must be, in the rear. sigh.

They performed three songs. The lady closest to the camera then, starting with me, turned her sombrero upside down to serve as donation bucket. Unlike the fellow who mercilessly assaulted our eardrums the other day, their performance much deserved a donation.

Here is a tiny sample from an unsteady video hand ...


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