So, we’re back from the Yucatan. Lightly tanned and a couple of buffet-driven pounds heavier but otherwise unharmed. As I was part of a large family group, opportunities for snagging off-resort tacos and tamales were limited, but I did pretty well with the chances I had. I’ll write more about that later – there are 200 emails to dig through at work.
But for now I will say this: no taco I had in Mexico – not at the resort, not from a street vendor and not in a small town – was better than most I’ve had at Carlito’s or Taqueria El Rodeo. Granted, it was a small sample size, but we have at least two taco/Mexican places in town to be proud of.
(photo above of the Mayan ruins at Tulum)