I cannot believe the computer in my pocket can take this picture in a dark hallway using it’s secondary camera.

Early signs of spring from the front yard.

Seems appropriate for today in Baltimore.

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

This was a resounding success.

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

Ordering seven tacos felt like a great idea.

Our hotel is kind of ridiculous.

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.

Making friends already

These albondigas tho’.

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

Maybe I should have worked from here for the week…

Lunch views

I love how mascs wear “compression pants” and femmes wear “leggings”.

No matter how many times I tell her, Gracie doesn’t mind that begging me for snacks for hours isn’t very lady like.

Tastes better than it looks.