I actually had a stupendously good meal: lunch at this little restaurant in some woman’s house. Salpicon (shredded beef with a vinegary sauce, radishes and cilantro) preceded by this really nice creamy black bean soup. All the jamaica (hibiscus) I could drink.
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One real benefit to traveling alone: I can double-dip my chips in the guacamole as much as I please. And I can order fizzy water without having to consult the table on bubbles vs. no bubbles. This trip is only making more set in my ways.
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The only trouble with traveling alone in a sunny climate is there’s no one to put sunscreen on your back. I seem to have accidentally rendered the Pacific Ocean between my shoulder blades, with Japan and the California coastline marked in red.
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Anyway, this doesn’t have anything to do with food, but I witnessed two weddings this week, and they couldn’t have been more opposite.
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