Wednesday, July 16, 2014

The Long Ride

I could not concentrate any longer on the book I was reading. All I kept thinking, as he walked to the back of the bus, where I was sitting was, 'act natural. Keep reading your book. Keep reading your book.' As he approached my row, I shot a glance at him and smiled. My eyes darted away too quick to notice if he reciprocated the gesture.

He: the man I had a, two year, crush on, eight years ago, took a seat, three rows behind me, at the very back of the bus. Cursing my lazy ways, I straitened my spine. I tend to slump during the weeks - strike that - months of no exercise. I inched my back up the seat; reminded myself not to sit up too straight, too quickly. God forbid my adjustment went noticed. I yanked my t-shirt down over the waist of my jeans.

I crossed my left ankle over my right knee and began shaking my foot. Until, I realized, I was shaking my foot. I quickly uncrossed my legs. With my toes on the ground, I struggled not to bounce my thighs.

'Should I take my hair down from the halfhearted ponytail I gathered, earlier that morning, to wash my face?' No. Too obvious.

I pensively stared out the window; feigning deep thought. HA - deep thought. My monkey mind jumped up and down, while it banged on her cage. 

I strategically stared out the window, because I realized I had been staring at the same page of my book, for at least five stops, since he boarded the bus. I stuffed the book I was holding into my purse and grabbed another.

He probably didn't even recognize me. And I doubt he witnessed my internal meltdown from behind, but still, it was a long ride.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Tacos El Gordo

San Diego is famous for it's taco shops and Tacos El Gordo, located in Chula Vista, is one of the best.

The menu is simple: $2 street tacos (self explanatory), $3.75 quesadillas with meat, and $3.75 sopes and mulas (meat, cheese, etc. between two flat corn tortillas). Soda, horchata, and fruit juices are also available for a buck forty.

The restaurant space is open, bright, and lively. As I walked in, I jumped in the the back of the first line I noticed. After a couple of minutes, I realized others who came in after me were going up to different sections of the counter to place their order. It dawned on me, separate sections of the counter serve up a specific type meat. 

The meat selection includes carne asada (steak), cabeza (beef head), sesos (beef brain), adobada (spicy pork), and tripa (beef).

The adobada is served al pastor style. Al pastor means the pork is roasted on a vertical spit. Half a pineapple is speared and sits on top marinating the meat as it roasts. 

After surveying the meat selection I decided on carne asada. I lined up in the appropriate section and placed my order. Roasted scallions and green chilies are free and available mid-section of the counter. 

After about three minutes my food was served. I collected my plates and headed to the cashier. Fountain drinks are ordered from the cashier. Tacos El Gordo accepts cash only.

There is plenty of seating inside and outside but the place was packed. 

I ordered a carne asada taco and sopes. The serving of asada was generous. The gauc, onions and cilantro were fresh and colorful.

My mulas top tortilla was fried and hardened. The bottom tortilla was warm and soft. The cheese was as thick as the corn tortilla and molded perfectly on the bottom of tortilla. The top tortilla became a spoon. I used it to scoop up the drippings of meat from the over stuffed tacos.

The food is delicious and affordable. The original Tacos El Gordo originated in Tijuana and this place has an absolute TJ taco stand feel. My friend, jokes, 'the only thing missing is the dirt and the stray dogs!' She's right.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Coronado, CA

Heading to Coronado on the trolley. 

Bird of Paradise on Orange Ave.

 Flowers, trees and art on my Coronado walk.

Professional Photos taken from Coronado on the 4th. See credits below. 
The 4th over the Bay! Photo Evgeny Yorobe Photography

The view back to downtown
San Diego.

92101 Little Italy

Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it.

Sidewalk Art on Front Street

Succulent in front of a Beech Street condo.

Mee Shim's Art Studio on India Street

Poncho Villa Poster at International Hostile on Front Street.