My handy-dandy high school Spanish skills have been helpful as we've traveled in Mexico and Central America. Whether I'm trying to direct a taxi driver to take me to an orphanato (orphanage) in Honduras, trying to order pescado (fish) in Costa Rica, or a naranja (orange) soda in Mexico, I've been thankful that I've kept some of my skills. But like everything else, if you don't practice it, you lose it. Which makes me think if we spend our winters in Mexico I might want to practice more. Like a lot more.
We like to eat at local places. Places that do require some Spanish. So it was natural that when we walked into the Carniceria Los Compadres in Mt. Vernon, Washington - a real working butcher shop/market/taqueria - that I was expecting to use Spanish. But several people were talking to me in English. It seemed a bit off. It was only when we left the carniceria (butcher shop) that it occurred to me - I forgot we weren't in Mexico!
The food and atmosphere were so authentic I honestly forgot I was in a place off the freeway in Mt. Vernon, Washington. My mind was telling me I was in Mexico - and the tacos sure tasted like it.
Hubby and I shared uno chorizo, uno carnitas, y dos carne asada. Delicioso!
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| So good I forgot to take a picture until we were halfway done! |