Let’s begin with the food.
I had a rough goal of consuming all the seafood I could get my hands on while we were on vacation. I don’t eat seafood in Oklahoma, for what I feel are obvious reasons. There are no oceans nearby. Have we considered how long that fish had to travel in a truck to get here?
This ceviche was so delicious that I had to drink the juice after it was all gone.
And my mom’s seafood tower was a sight to behold. This place, Zitla, was well worth it. If my dad had his way, we would have gone there again. And I would have been perfectly happy to visit again.
Alhambre on the side of the road hit the spot.
Two types of typical Mayan cuisine at the Meson de Marquez in Valladolid hit the spot after a visit to Chichen Itza.
Throw in a beach-side churro, which my daughter called “Mexican donuts.”
Native fruits, seeds and nuts along with cactus on local bread with hibiscus juice.
Argentine empanadas and a flan that wasn’t really that good.
Locally made palletas (Popsicle) on the side of the road. Mine was pistachio, but of course the kids got bubblegum.
Tortillas and a cake stuffed with dulche de leche at the Oaxaca market.
And moooooore ceviche, from El Pirata, which was excellent and perfect and good. Hole in the wall feeling and we sat out on the side walk with marimba music in our ears, chatting with the New Yorkers at the table next to us.
I realize this post isn’t filled with recommendations and tips, because for me it’s more about the journey. We tried hole-in-the-wall places, we bought from vendors on the streets. Finding the food is half the adventure.