It's funny how time and distance change you, the roads you take don't always lead you home.
Friday night for Mexican? Yes, please. Candlelit next to a pool–now that was an added bonus. I ate meat for the first time since I had been in India and it was delicious. Another bonus that it was inside a taco shell. And by taco shell, I mean an extra crispy roti. Served with extra sour lime soda, we were convinced much to our surprise that we had been transported to Mehiiicoooo. Despite the fact that the guacamole tasted like curry, the tortilla chips were Doritos, and the sour cream was yogurt. It was mexican food. And I was thankful for every bite.