Pátzcuaro: Adventures and Food
The drive to Pátzcuaro started the adventure! Road closures, traffic diversions, and Google maps sending me into town on practical cart paths. Cobble stone alleys with axel-breaker speed bumps (topes). I am sure that at least 2 of the “streets” Google sent me on were one way, and not the way I was going! 😂 The middle of town, where my hotel was located, was a complete zoo of cars, horses, tour busses, motorcycles, and scooters. There was a HUGE…
Pod people and Morelia
As I begin my next sola adventure, I am both excited and apprehensive. I think this is a good thing, yet I hope the apprehension doesn’t follow me forever. The lead-up to departure was as hectic as always. House construction, visiting with friends, holiday craziness, and trying to pack efficiently. OY! The flight to CDMX was easy, but delayed due to weather. We had RAIN in BCS, and there were storms in CDMX. I arrived late and had to find…
In Real Time: Why not? ¿Porqué no?
What are you to do when faced with an 8HOUR layover in Madtid? Check your hand luggage and go into the city! Of course. 😊 It took nearly an hour by metro, including the time.to.get lost while changing stations. But I set my goal for Puerta del Sol and I was off. From Puerta del Sol it is a short walk to Plaza Mayor, where the Basha and I have history. Involving sangria. Since I was up at 4am and…
Food in Italy 🥰
This is just a recap for those who enjoy food. MILAN Il Priscio – a small café on a side street near the Duomo. I had the bruschetta Fresca, water and a glass of wine. Perfect on a scorching hot day. The bruschetta had sauteed turnip tops, stracciatella, and sun dried cherry tomatoes. Le Striatelle di Nonna Mafalda – in Navigli, the canal area of Milan. Great area for aperativos by the canals. So good there is no evidence, except…
Sola adventure – Milano
No, I haven’t forgotten how to spell. Sola is the feminine form of solo or “alone” in Spanish. Three days in Milano. Three days TOTALLY in charge of every second and every decision to be made. It is exciting, exhausting, and daunting. I won’t lie, I’ve cried more than once. 😢 Duomo tour – The only tour I booked in Milan. It took me up to the roof of the Duomo to the terraces, which used to be open to…
People think I am strong
**Caveat: posts for the foreseeable future are all done on a tiny keyboard and with minimal formatting possible. Please forgive the messiness. It reflects where I am right now. 🤷 In truth, I am not strong. I am determined. I am stubborn. I am not strong, I hide the anxiety and the uncertainty and do it anyway. The adventure that I am beginning is big, busy, and was planned with two of us in mind. The run-up to today has…
Chilaquiles update
Yes. I am still on my chilaquiles quest. Life has been very hectic, emotional, and full lately, so I have been very lax with my chilaquiles posts. So much for trying to post each Sunday/Monday. 😂 Here is a quick rundown: 6April – La 16 Mesa Mexicana on 16Septiembre: Chilaquiles rojos. Served with 2 fried eggs, thick spicy (not too) salsa, crispy chips, and beans. This was a BIG hearty meal. For me, the yolks could have been softer, but…
30March chilaquiles – Green & Rosse
This was another friend recommendation – and very good! It is located on A. Obregon and looks out over the Malecón. The location is both amazing and expen$ive. The chilaquiles, while delicious were about 50% more expensive than any of the other places I’ve tried. That said, the chips were crispy and cut to be bite-sized! Very helpful with a saucy dish like this. The sauce was a mildly spicy chipotle salsa, and it was served with 2 POACHED eggs,…
23March chilaquiles – Ocean Café & a surprise
On the recommendation of a friend, I went to Ocean Café on Agustin Arriola this morning for the “Chilaquiles Quest”. I was a little later than usual leaving today, but it turned out to be for the best. The classic car club had a first day of spring parade along the Malecón today. The one that got me to stop and pay attention was the Mystery Machine. All the owners/drivers were so happy to have people taking pictures of their…
Sunday – not-so-funday
Since the Basha died, Sundays are really hard for me. It had been our 15+ year tradition that Sundays were for jazz, mimosas, and brunch. Sometimes we went out (more when we were back in the States), but over the last 4 years, he made bacon, and I made GF, sourdough, blueberry pancakes. YUM!! Since his death, the habits of Sundays have disappeared. The day becomes chaotic and sad. My answer for this dilemma (for now) is that Sunday is…