Baltimore was looking pretty good again today.

Pink blossoms on trees in a park with a winding sidewalk.

I’ve had a craving for oysters for weeks.

A dozen raw oysters on ice.

Early signs of spring from the front yard.

A few flower buds begining to open on a bare tree in my yard.

Seems appropriate for today in Baltimore.

So I ordered a second by mistake. Tastes like sangria, but made with mezcal. Uh oh.

Mezcal-based drink that looks like sangria

Ordering seven tacos felt like a great idea.

Overloaded tacos with al pastor and chorizo

The horchata was incredible and almost makes up for Mexico’s standardization on Coke Zero (sin azucar) instead of Diet Coke (light).

Horchata in the background; glass of Coke Zero in the foreground.

I’m always struck by the horrible decision American cities made to reduce green space in the core street grid, favoring parks with manicured lawns over old growth trees in embedded public squares.

Trees surrounding a path with a fountain in the Zócalo.

You like garlic bread? How about when I add some roast beef and pepper jack?