Mecánicos, Tacos y Zapatos

I helped some friends move yesterday, which meant I had to work longer on Sunday and postpone a trip to town. I decided to make the trip today. I didn’t ‘need’ to go, but rather wanted a change of scenery and one last beer and meal off the Malecón.

I did some work this morning until noonish, then took off for town. En route, I stopped at a mechanic Contessa recommended and whose work Croft was pleased with. There’s no building, just a pit in the ground!

There’s no way I’m doing a 4,000KM trip without having my truck looked at. I know at the very least that Moya needs an oil change and to have her brakes checked.

The mechanic wasn’t there, but the other guy working said he could get all my info. Between my Spanish, pointing, and pantomiming abilities he understood that I want the oil change and brake examination as well as to figure out why my windshield wipers aren’t squirting, repair my tailgate handle,  give me a quote for repairing the AC, and that I need the truck for the 23rd. He said I can bring my truck by around 9:30 tomorrow morning and they will take a look at it and come up with a price for everything.  I told him I would write everything down and that he could put the prices on my list. This way, there shouldn’t be any confusion.

There are tons of Ford Rangers just like mine (similar vintage, too!) both on Isla and in Maz, so I know that parts will be abundant, another reason why it makes sense to have the work done here, never mind that labour will be much cheaper than in the US or Canada! I have a figure in mind of what I’d be able to pay to get everything done, but I’ll be surprised if I have them touch the AC.

Then, it was off to town, the plan being to get in a long walk before eating.

Here’s the exact route that I took. It’s just over 6KM (3 3/4mi).

My exact route, minus the slight backtracking for gelato. :)

My exact route, minus the slight backtracking for gelato. 🙂

By the time I neared the Fishermen’s Monument (B) I was, as usual parched, never mind famished, so I asked for pulp in my grapefruit juice. Pulp=pulpa; octopus=pulpo, another pair of words not to mix up!

I sipped my juice as I ambled down the Malecón. It wasn’t particularly busy, but there were a few people on the beach and a handful of vendors.

Looking north to the Golden Zone

Looking north to the Golden Zone

Looking south towards Olas Altas

Looking south towards Olas Altas

Looking north to the Golden Zone again.

Looking north to the Golden Zone again.

For lunch, I had my heart set on tacos from Copa de Leche. They’re pretty pricy since they’re at a sit down restaurant, but soooo good. They have tender beef, grilled onions, and avocado; very simple, nourishing, and healthy!

carne asada tacos

carne asada tacos

I think of Copa de leche as being a ‘Gringo’ restaurant because it’s on Olas Altas and I really don’t see many Mexicans eating at those restaurants, but my entire service, including an oral bill, was in Spanish with zero attempt at speaking to me in English, plus the prices and food are more Mexican than touristified. However it can or cannot be defined, I really like Copa de leche and their low to the ground loungey chairs that aren’t comfortable for eating but wonderful for relaxing with a cold Tecate! The bill was $95 and I added $10 for a tip. My server actually thanked me for the tip, which I don’t think was particularly generous since his service wasn’t great! I’m glad he was pleased.

BTW, here are the steps to learning to eat Mexican sauces like the one in the above picture:

1) Innocence: Add sauce to your food without thinking, take a bite, lose three quarters of your taste buds.

2) Fear: Avoid all sauce.

3) Exploration: Realising that Mexican food is sometimes bland without sauce, start tasting sauce. But you put it on the tip of your tongue and burn it and remained convinced that spicy sauce is not for you.

4) Knowledge: You get smarter and add sauce to a small bit of food so that the heat can be diffused rather than tasting it directly. A bit or two of saucy food is enough.

5) Love: You know all sauce is delicious and embrace the fact that all sauce is also intent on killing your taste buds. Add a little to your meal, take a bite or two, and add more if needed.

Next stop was the little Panamá’s by the Plazuela Machado (the original location, I believe). A vendor rattled off info about a bunch of pastries after I hemmed and hawed for a bit. She highly recommended some stuffed with cheese, but had me at the apple-stuffed thing dusted with coffee and cinnamon and sprinkled with black chocolate, which will be breakfast tomorrow. While I was there, I used their bathroom. I will confess to frequently buying a pastry just so I can do that. 🙂

Then, it was a tiny detour to the gelato place. One of my new phrases this winter is ‘¿Puedo probar ___? (may I please try) and I used it to sample their ‘Snickers’ flavour, which was sooooo good; vanilla ice cream with caramel, peanuts, and chocolate. I got a small scoop in a cup.

Waldo’s and the Mercado were next by way of the bank. My priority at the Mercado was footwear!

The ‘dressy’ sandals I bought in Kingsville, TX, ahead of my last ‘trip to Mexico’ have served me incredibly well, but I’ve worn them clear through with all the walking this winter and by the time I got to the Mercado today, my heels were sore and I admitted it was time to let them go.

When I got here in November, I saw some pretty slip on leather sandals that I really liked at the Mercado and that would be good for light walking days, but I was quoted 400 pesos, a much higher price than I could afford at the time.

I went back to the same vendor today and said that I’m an American size eight (which is five in Mexico), wanted them dark, and without anything between my toes. The lady read my mind and pulled out these:

so pretty!

so pretty!

She showed me a few other models, but there was no point. I was smitten. 🙂 I asked her how much… Now, remember this was the exact same vendor who quoted me 400 pesos in November. Today, she started at $250.

I looked at her and said, “What’s your best price?”

She laughed, “$230 is the absolute best I can do. And only because I’ve seen you spend a lot of money on dresses and other clothes from other vendors this winter and you speak to us in Spanish.” (Not sure why buying from other vendors was relevant — maybe because it meant I might be a repeat customer?)

So deal done!

They are super comfy, with a thick foam sole and leather upper. I know the sole will wear out before the upper and I’m willing to bet it’ll be cheaper to have them resoled this time next year than to buy another pair. But for 18.80CAD, if I get only a single season out of them, I will have gotten my money’s worth!

As my friend Dale used to say, another great day in Maz!

Burger, Fries, and a Beer

Well, what do you know, I’ve been passing a gem of a restaurant most of the winter on the way to ‘downtown’ Isla and I never knew it! Most of the way to the City Deli, there is a restaurant that seems to be located in an old garage because it has a huge roll down door. It always has chicken going on the BBQ, the signs are handwritten on fluorescent-coloured stock, and the inside seems spotless and newly renovated.

I had a hankering for a burger at noon one day and knowing that this is the only place besides the beachfront restaurants that are open most days at midday, I decided it was time to check it out. I’m glad I waited that long because, DANG. I’ve only had their hamburgers and really want to go back for their Mexican food!

Like all hamburgers I’ve had on Isla, it’s not a hearty beef burger. But unlike the other burgers, it actually tastes meaty. I suspect the patty is pork since there’s fat in it, but I suppose it could be chicken. The burger comes with a really good bun (I have to say Mexicans know how to do burger buns) that is grilled and has just enough charring to give it flavour without tasting burnt. It comes topped with cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, ketchup, mayo, and jalapeños. I ordered without mayo and they told me they subbed crema. I have no idea why, but I find that hilarious. I add mustard and sweet relish at home. It’s a super messy and very flavourful sandwich unto its own right, not a sad excuse for a hamburger.

But it’s the fries that make this place stand out. They are made from fresh potatoes, the only place I’ve seen that done since I got to Mexico, and have the skin on. They were really good the first time and that’s why I went back there tonight for dinner instead of going to Miguel’s for a shrimp burrito. But guess what? Tonight they were ‘overcooked’ by the standards of anyone born outside of Quebec who has no idea what a French fry can actually taste like (delicious beyond all imagining) and tasted like my childhood. That’s the best way I can put it.

Hamburger and fries: 40 pesos.

Beer pairing: Tecate

Tacos Al Pastor At Last

Ellen: All I want to know, I just want to know one simple thing. When do I get to become an Islander?
Councilwoman: Ellen, never! Never! You’re not born here — you’re not an Islander.

When reading up about tacos early in my Mexican stay, I became obsessed with finding al pastor tacos. They are made of pork meat marinated in pineapple juice (and other yummy stuff) and roasted on a spit like gyros meat. Since I have been in Maz, I have been looking for these elusive tacos, chasing dead internet leads and finding places that claim to have al pastor tacos, but the meat is merely cooked on the barbecue. I know I could have probably asked and been directed to some, but this was my own little treasure hunt for the winter!

I had the right idea on how to find them, walk and walk and walk and follow my nose, but I found them in the last place I would have expected… the Golden Zone, right on Camarón Sábalo!

So  I’ve been working myself to the bone the last few days because a client is injured and her other main subcontractor is ill. If this company goes down, I go down, so like the little Dutch boy, I stuck my finger in the dam and typed, typed, typed.

I was finally done the project by 11:00 today and was done for the day, needless to say! I have work for tomorrow and through the weekend, but it’s a normal amount. I haven’t been to town in a full week, so I decided to head out for lunch and to pick up a few groceries.

All the pangas now have these brand new life jackets with their names on them.

All the pangas now have these brand new life jackets with their names on them.

Cruise ship in dock. I saw some of the guests on a 'topless tour' of Maz. Get your head out of the gutter, topless refers to no roof on a double decker bus!

Cruise ship in dock. I saw some of the guests on a ‘topless tour’ of Maz. Get your head out of the gutter, topless refers to no roof on a double decker bus!

I think this is a graveyard.

I think this is a ship graveyard.

I did my normal route to the bus stop, picking up a grapefruit juice on the way.

Ooh!

Ooh!

So purty!

So purty!

Delivering mail in style!

Delivering mail in style!

Then, I rode the bus to just past the Rafael Buelna roundabout. The taco places I’d seen advertising tacos al pastor were all in a row on the southbound side of Camarón Sábalo and I went into the first one as it looked very clean, but not as Gringoified as the others. I had a good feeling I made the right choice when the server did a double take as a I came in and told me, in a very thick accent, “Sorry, no menu English.”

The restaurant is right across the Deloitte building on Camarón Sábalo.

The restaurant is right across the Deloitte building on Camarón Sábalo.

Ah, deliciousness on a spit!

Ah, deliciousness on a spit!

Ta'Locos

Ta’Loco

The prices were typical for authentic Mexican fare. The al pastor tacos were something like $13 each or four for $40. I ordered two and a limonada that, at $35, was more expensive than my food!

Before my tacos arrived, I was presented with four bowls of salsa (pico de gallo, avocado, spicy pimento, and brown deliciousness, as well as a plate of limes and cucumbers and another of chips. I’m glad I only ordered two tacos! And I’m also glad that I called the server back to specify corn tortillas because he had told the cook flour ones, which, by the way, were double the price! Crisis averted! 🙂

The cucumbers were really good... especially dipped in salsa. :)

The cucumbers were really good… especially dipped in salsa. 🙂

I liked all of these salsas. The avocado, pico de gallo, and brown one at the top right were not particularly spicy. The creamy orange one on the top left was HOT but add flavour, like pimento cheese, and I actually made some inroads in it!

I liked all of these salsas. The avocado, pico de gallo, and brown one at the top right were not particularly spicy. The creamy orange one on the top left was HOT but had flavour, like pimento cheese, and I actually made some inroads in it!

And behold tacos al pastor! Marinated pork, pineapple, onion, and cilantro:

I finally found a dish where cilantro felt like it belonged...

I finally found a dish where cilantro felt like it belonged…

They were everything I hoped they would be and so worth the search! I loaded on the salsas and dug in. I didn’t get any utensils, so I used chips to scoop up what fell out!

When I was done, I worked my way through the rest of the chips, cucumbers, and limonda, then paid the $62 tab (plus a $10 tip).

I am getting used to being served toothpicks after a meal.

I am getting used to being served toothpicks after a meal.

I decided to brave the bathroom and was surprised to find a rather nice very recently redone bathroom with everything but toilet seats. By the way, navy blue toilets seem to be the rage in Mexico!

On the way to lunch, I had seen something I haven’t seen since San Carlos, a Thrifty’s ice cream parlour! So that’s where I headed after lunch!

Hey, a Thrifty's ice cream place!

Hey, a Thrifty’s ice cream place!

I love nieve de garrafa, but sometimes you want a real proper chocolately ice cream and that is surprisingly difficult to find in Maz. I ordered a scoop of chocolate brownie in a regular (galleta) cone. I remember thinking in San Carlos that $29 was cheap for an ice cream cone, but I don’t think that anymore. 🙂

Then, I headed to Mega and took a picture of a restaurant that has caught my eye a few times:

Killer sushi, huh? Might want to rethink the name...

Killer sushi, huh? Might want to rethink the name…

I was just at the Mega parking lot when I realised I didn’t want to get my groceries there. I didn’t need anything I couldn’t get at the little Ley and lugging stuff home from Mega would be a huge pain unless I took a pulmonía, which would have been the best thing to do since I wanted mostly cold stuff.

So I went back to Avenida del mar to catch the bus and just missed it. I waited about 15 minutes for the next one.

I did see something that made up somewhat for the wait. A car inched its way down Avenida del mar and there was an old man in the back seat practically hanging out the window yelling, “It’s the ocean! It’s the OCEAN!!!”

The car was plated in Chihuahua, a non-coastal state, so I’m thinking this was the man’s first trip to the sea. I am choking up thinking about how joyful he sounded.

I finally got on a bus and did some research on my phone about reliable web hosts since I’ve decided to move the blog to a better provider after uskeba.ca was down for about an hour this afternoon.

I put the phone away as we turned into Centro as this was only my second time riding towards the Mercado and I wanted to get a better sense of the route. The (Mexican) lady sitting next to me then asked if the Mercado was coming up, telling me she just moved to Maz and doesn’t know the buses yet.

I look so much like a tourist in my sundresses that I’m shocked she asked me, but I guess that since I did the bulk of the route buried in my phone, I must have appeared to be an experienced bus rider. I told her we were about four blocks from the Mercado and to just wait for a huge crowd to stand up to know where to get off!

After we passed Zaragoza and turned onto Aquiles Serdan, I realised that I didn’t need to go all the way to the Mercado (I was exhausted and ready to get home). I got up and the bus stopped at the corner of Melchor Ocampo, the street the Ley is on!

So I only had a couple of blocks to walk and there was the store. I really like the little Ley as it’s so compact that you can get in and out very quickly when you know what you want. My top priority was powdered milk, which I use in my coffee. It was on sale again and about a quarter the cost of what I pay in Canada, so I picked up two bags and that should get me through until I get back in November.

WOW. A bag like this is about $12 (4x the cost) back home!

WOW. A bag like this is about $12 (4x the cost) back home!

I’ve figured out the shortest route from the Ley to the panga, so I was at the dock in short order. There, a family was crowding the ticket booth debating whether or not to go over and the ticket seller took pity on me and told them to move aside. I paid my $8 and as I was putting away my change, I heard the man complain about the cost of the fare ($30 round trip x 4 people=$120) and the fact that I hadn’t paid that much. I then heard some very sweet words, “¡La chica es una Isleña!” (the girl is an Islander). 😀

Semana Santa: Sunday On the Beach

I was thrown for a loop by the time change today. So by 2:00, I’d done what I’d done by 1:00 the previous days and felt soooo far behind even though I technically wasn’t! I almost didn’t go out, then I decided that I wasn’t going to punish myself for not realising there would be a time change this weekend or the fact that the only reason I’m so swamped is that I’m doing a favour for a client who injured herself last week. It’s not like I’ve been procrastinating on work.

It’s been another quiet day on Isla, but not as much as yesterday because my neighbours, who share the office wall, are working on their roof. Much banging and house shaking ensues every few minutes, which makes it even more amazing that I’ve managed to stay on track with production today!

I headed down to the beach for a quick walk and there really weren’t that many more people there than on an average gorgeous weekend.

Great kite flying weather.

Great kite flying weather.

The beach always has lifeguards, but there were extra for this week.

The beach always has lifeguards, but there were extra for this week.

Still a good crowd.

Still a good crowd.

I picked a nieve de garrafa vendor at random and she had nut, vanilla, lime, and cheese. I asked for half lime and half cheese because I was curious about it. What an awesome combination, kind of like key lime pie! The lime was very runny, but the cheese was solid and had toothsome bits of cream cheese chunks in it. 25 pesos, though. ¡Caramba!

A very runny treat.

A very runny treat.

At the end of the beach, I cut through a restaurant parking lot to get to the road the parallels the water instead of climbing up to the main road and then circling back as I really didn’t have much time.

Coming around the dangerous curve before my street, this sign caught my attention:

Let's play what's wrong with this picture.

Let’s play what’s wrong with this picture.

Do you see why I noticed it?

And since I had my camera out, I finally got a few shots of the Hobbit house that never fails to make me smile:

The hobbit house is lovely.

The Hobbit house is lovely.

This place always makes me smile.

This place always makes me smile.

So I guess Semana Santa is over. What a lot of fuss of nothing. And by that, I mean that I was warned repeatedly that the week would bring chaos and hordes to Isla and that I’d be best to hunker down at home and never come out until the crowds leave. Oh, and I shouldn’t plan to get any work done because of excessive noise levels.

Well, there was neither hordes nor chaos this week, never mind excessive noise levels. A lot of people, yes, but not to uncomfortable levels. It was wonderful to be out and about, try various treats, talk to people, and even give directions. I really felt like I was part of the Isla community this week and I am so glad I soaked in some of wonderful the Semana Santa vibes!

Semana Santa: Saturday On the Beach

It was eerily quiet on Isla this morning, to the point that it, ironically, made it difficult to concentrate! By 2:00, I’d done 60% of my work for today, so it was time to go out and see if the world had ended overnight. I’m not being facetious. It was that quiet!

I guess that Friday is the big day on the beach for Semana Santa because today, to my surprise, was no busier than Wednesday. It is overcast with a cool breeze, but the sun is hot, so I can’t imagine the Mexicans find this too cool for their taste, or maybe they do…

This part of the beach was teeming with people yesterday!

This part of the beach was teeming with people yesterday!

This is practically empty!

This is practically empty!

Sabritas, another word to look up!

Sabritas, another word to look up!

Well, that was anti-climatic. Sabritas are a brand of snack food similar to Frito-Lays.

Clusters of colourful parasols near the climb to the panga.

Clusters of colourful parasols near the climb to the panga.

Still quite a few people in the water.

Still quite a few people in the water.

Ride on top kayaks are fun. I've never tried one in the ocean, though.

Ride on top kayaks are fun. I’ve never tried one in the ocean, though.

These banana ride on top boats are very popular here.

These banana ride on top boats are very popular here.

Instead of a raspado, I decided to approach one of the nieve de garrafa vendors and ask what flavours he had. I remember strawberry, nut, lemon, and chocolate chip, but I know he had more than that. I picked strawberry and even opted for a cone since it was going to be lunch. 🙂 It was a huge portion, and only 15 pesos, but not nearly as good as the stuff I get in Maz. But again, 15 pesos! And I have to say the cone was probably the best part! 🙂

So pretty and yummy!

So pretty and yummy!

He asked if I wanted syrup on it. I wasn’t sure what it was and asked for a little bit. It turned out to be strawberry, too, and super tasty!

Heading to Google to figure out what agua de cebada is.

Heading to Google to figure out what agua de cebada is.

Agua de cebada, or barley water, is a refreshing non-alcoholic drink of Spanish origin.

Another empty and CLEAN section of beach.

Another empty and CLEAN section of beach.

Unexpected art.

Unexpected art.