I am just back from a wonderful weekend with my husband and friends to Hermosiilo, Mexico in the northern state of Sonora. I have never eaten so much meat in my life! Carne asada with beans and tortillas for breakfast. Carne asada with beans and tortillas for lunch. Carne asada with beans and tortillas for dinner. Aye, aye, aye. And I mean that in the most wonderful and fabulous way. B blew everyone away because he was eating all these chilis and spicy things that most of our Mexican friends would not touch. He's such a stud.

We had a really great tour of the Sonoron govenor's buliding and stood at the window where "Viva Mexico!" was proclaimed. Authentic. We didn't do what most gringos do. I loved that we were in a place that felt so comfortable, yet so foreign. Tucson seems to be a true crashing place between Mexican and American cultures. I guess I am getting used to a different way of life. We also stopped at this little tiny hole-in-the-wall, blink and you miss-it place called "Dona Marias" for choyotas. Choyotas are these handmade pastries that B called "Mexican Pop-tarts". It is a flaky pastry crust patted out round to the size of a taco tortilla. Sandwhiched in the middle is this warm sweet molasses filling. They are like eating the warmest Christmas memories you can imagine...

Sunday we took a short drive to San Carlos and to Guyamas, and the ocean was beautiful. I honestly felt my skin just soaking up the moisture of the sea air. It was pretty touristy, but we did get a chance to sample Guyamas's renouned shrimp. Can you tell that our mini-vacation revolved around food? Sheesh!