I’m in the middle of a huge litigation trial where, for the next couple of days, I can take as much work as I can handle. I’m motivated to stay busy because the beginning of the month was so slow. Thankfully, the work is easy, so it goes quickly.

I did two hours this morning to meet an 8AM deadline, had a short pause for breakfast, took an hour and half to do an urgent request for another client, and then continued with the trial. By 1:00, I was where I expected I would be by 5:00. Great, I was going to finish early!

Not quite.

It’s sunny. I’m near the beach. I’m in Mexico. I spent 18 months in a Saskatchewan backwater (beloved backwater, to be fair), cooped up in a tiny RV, working to make a winter like this possible and to invest in my property. There were few outings. It’s going to be the same way when I get back home in a few months. I don’t care how busy and broke I am, I am not spending my first Mexican winter cooped up so I can finish work ‘early’ and miss the sun!

So I headed out to the El Velero (sailboat) restaurant to enjoy the relative quiet of the mid-week beach. I ordered a Pacifico and perused the menu, opting for chicken tacos. The server asked if I wanted ‘dorados o suaves’? I knew that dorados means fried, so I assumed suave would be non-fried since it means soft and went for that option. Next, I was asked if I wanted flour or corn tortillas and I picked the latter. The server grinned and said, “Ah, you want real Mexican tacos!” So I’m assuming that real Mexico tacos are made with soft corn tortillas. 🙂

I’d brought along my Spanish Reader’s Digest magazine to read since I knew there would be a wait for the food and couldn’t help chuckling out loud at some of the jokes. My word of the day is ‘pozo’, well (as in the kind from which you draw water), from a story about a heroic rescue of a boy from one.

The food came on a platter and was crazy generous, with four tacos, lettuce, onions, refried beans, rice, and sides of super spicy hot sauce and fresh pico de gallo. But since the tortillas weren’t fried and there was no cheese or sour cream like you’d get NOB, it really wasn’t that caloric of a lunch and was probably on the healthy end of the food scale. I ate all the pico de gallo and am I’m happy to say that I am definitely getting used to cilantro!

My beer came with lime wedges, which I gobbled up. I refused more from one server, but another server brought me another plate of them. I must have had six whole limes with my lunch. I am not going to get scurvy here!

Replete, I paid the 90 peso (plus 15 peso tip) cuenta and headed home. On the way, I heard a voice yell, ¡Mira, señora, mira! I turned to see a little girl of about eight and another of about six on a trampoline. They gave me a five minute acrobatics show, took a bow as I clapped, and then headed into their house. Imagine missing that!