I left the boat at 9AM yesterday morning, which given the hour long bus ride form the Old Harbor to the Marina complex, should have put me on time for my scheduled 10AM appointment with the new owner of the "old THRID DAY". I told the buyer that in addition to being available to answer email questions about the boat and her systems, I would spend an afternoon with him aboard the boat going over boat systems and filling him in on any of the boats idiosyncrasies. I'm still not sure how it happened, but somehow I got on the wrong bus and soon found myself in a part of Old Town Mazatlan that I wasn't familiar with and as I was looking out of the window in hopes of seeing something familiar, I spotted IT. IT was a street taco cart, now this wasn't your normal Mexico street taco cart because at 9:15 in the morning there were already about 30 local Mexicans either waiting in line or sitting at the 10 or so tables branching out from the cart. As Lori and our boat buying history will confirm, I'm a guy prone to making a quick decision and then acting, so I stood up and pushed the red stop button on the bus just as we flew past the taco cart. In a scene out of the I Love Lucy episode when Lucy pulled the Emergency Stop lever on the train, the bus screeched to halt almost knocking me off my feet. Before I really had time to think about what I did, I was standing there in the buss exhaust at it roared down the unfamiliar street.

This isn't the first time that my stomach has seized control of my actions; there was that ugly incident in Piza Italy with the $20 can of soda and cup of ice. That incident involved a young Italian woman of such beauty, that her siren's song easily crashed me on the rocks. There was no such beauty yesterday morning at the street taco stand, but nonetheless, it was love at first bite. There was a good reason for the long line because at $8 pesos each, these tacos from heaven had me in their grasps. I didn't notice that I was the only non-Mexican at the cart until I was leaving and the juice running down my chin either gave me some "street credibility" or made me look to crazy to question. Either way, the succulent shredded beef taco was the best I had ever eaten! Actually, I assume it was beef because I didn't even bother to ask, but just raised-up 3 fingers when the maestro working the cart glanced my way to take my order.

Sadly I have to cut this romance story short because we are getting ready to leave the boat for a home school field trip to the Pacifico Brewery. I know, I know, but for the kids to properly experience the Mexican Culture that means they have to understand Beer, even if they are too young to drink it!