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A Walk With Salsa.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-05-30 12:20:37 EDT
Rating: 1.85 on 11 ratings (32 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

I close my eyes and slow my breathing, letting my mind settle, letting the noise leave my ears. The room is quiet except for the rhythmic beating of my heart and sound of the mantle clock ticking.
I feel myself drifting into my self.

I watch as the young girl takes a small ball of dough from the basket and rolls it into a flattened disk. She flips it onto nearby comal and rolls out a second as the first gets ready to flip. All the while she chats with her sister, sat next to her, who is dicing fresh cilantro; the two conversing in that rapid fire Mexican that on my best day I could never catch more than a few words.
The girl’s mother takes the still warm tortillas and fills them with chopped steak of some kind and a sprinkle of the cilantro. Smiling, she hands them to me and motions to a waiting bowl of salsa. I layer a spoonful on each, mindful of mom’s warning of “caliente”. I smile back and pay her as I grab an ice cold Sol from the cooler and some napkins.

I make my way down the paved road towards the cliff. It is not very busy here today, only a few people are in the shops along the road. Mostly tourist stuff, tee shirts and sombreros in god awful colors that I can’t imagine any actual Mexican being caught dead in. To my right is a pharmacy as they are called. I don’t know if I would be more concerned by the fact that you don’t need a scrip of any kind to get what ever they sell or the fact someone would take such medicine. I overhear an American guy haggling with a guy who looks suspiciously too young to have graduated from a pharmacy school, the price of some Percocet and bottle of Viagra.
For a “friend” he insists.

It’s warm but the ocean breeze does a good job taking off the edge. I’m about twenty miles from Ensenada if I remember correctly. The details sometimes get fuzzy when I walk through my memories. Either way, the Mexican sun can sometimes feel as if it is just out of arms reach in the summer time.

I continue past the leather goods store, watching for a few moments as a man braids cowhide into a bullwhip. I pass the cantina at the end of the street and the sounds of music and college kids; already a little drunk on tequila, spill out into the street.

I find a quiet spot along the seawall and place my beer on the red painted ledge as I look out into the ocean. The cries of a few unnamed sea birds call out from the distance but the sounds of the crashing waves dominate my memories now. The Pacific slams into the cliff wall almost like it’s angry at the land for being there. The roar and spray are impressive but even they are dwarfed by the plume of water that shoots almost 100 feet into the air towards the end of the path.

I turn my attentions back to the open sea and leave the geyser to the tourists. I listen and watch, hoping for a…I guess I don’t know what I hope to see. An answer? Some hope? I just don’t really know. The one drawback to these trips into my mind is that I don’t know where my memories will take me. Perhaps the places I go have nothing to do with what I'm searching for, just simply a familiar backdrop. I close my eyes and hope that something will give me insight or guidance, sadly this isn’t one of them. I’m still adrift as the birds I’m looking at in the water below me.

I take a swallow of my beer and as I unwrap the aluminum foil package, a dribble of grease and tomato runs down my forearm. A bite of the taco fills my mouth; the salsa, the meat and the spices are an incredible mix.
I guess the only revelations I get this day are how many people have never had authentic Mexican food and that I should have taken more napkins.



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Submitted by monkeyswithguns at 2012-06-08 10:06:43 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by S.I. Co. at 2012-06-07 15:08:24 EDT (#)

Do you think you could write something that isn't a bed time story, surefire snoozer?

Submitted by Shlongy at 2012-06-06 18:21:19 EDT (#)

How'd you like some American Man Batter, instead?

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-06 16:28:26 EDT (#)

Talk tomorrow, normal place, if you have time. I quit.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-06 16:25:43 EDT (#)

looks great from what I saw.
gotta go, gnight

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-06 16:14:32 EDT (#)

I'm trying for tiny teeny wee. And I doubt I will ever return to normal.
re feed aug for my holibobs though. Apparently as long as I am no lighter than 7st 6lbs it's cool.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-06 16:12:04 EDT (#)

I thought you were almost finished.
is it much longer?

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-06 16:08:47 EDT (#)

I would freaking kill for some salad cream. OMG cheese dipped in some salad cream. Hell, a cheese salad with salad cream. Anything really.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-06 16:04:44 EDT (#)

wait..wat? no longer honourary brit? Let's not get crazy here.
I still have lots of malteasers and salad cream.
Think of the corgis, woman.

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-06 15:44:17 EDT (#)

fine...it was closer to 30.
I didn't want you thinking I went Jap.

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-06 15:41:36 EDT (#)

Fallen you are no longer honourary brit if you only managed 10 mins.
Hey wisher, how goes it?!

Submitted by Wisher at 2012-06-04 23:10:40 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Never understood why the Thames {few comments below} has that “h” in the name. ~~ Enjoyed the story, your meditations oft take sidetracks like my own.

~~~ Why all the talk of Danger on the Uberboard? If he’s back, talk to him about the Browns, the NFL team; he’ll become blithe & impassioned. xo

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-04 22:14:30 EDT (#)

I'm not doing too bad then. I saw 10 mins. The camera zoomed in on Beth. She waved
I saw nothing else going on, grabbed a Newcastle and switched on the PS3

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-04 17:50:10 EDT (#)

The flotilla was just for the yanks and japs. All the Brits went to the pub

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-06-04 13:07:52 EDT (#)

didnt you watch all the boats in the Thames for 4.5 hours yesterday?

Submitted by orphelia at 2012-06-04 13:03:29 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I have no idea what the jubilee is. Shameful. I think they will confiscate my Brit passport and deport me to the motherland

Submitted by Sacrilicious at 2012-05-31 20:28:20 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Muy bueno

Submitted by Yes at 2012-05-31 13:33:33 EDT (#)

not terrible- thanks for sharing.

Submitted by X54 at 2012-05-30 22:45:53 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Ha ha joedaddy. That's the great thing about having a lousy memory.

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2012-05-30 21:14:26 EDT (#)

Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2012-05-30 21:10:48 EDT (#)

"Meth is not your friend, kids. However, it is apparently mine."

Ain't that the truth. Skrap traded me a leaky tent, some wet matches and a $20 for a 1958 Thunderbird. He drives a hard bargain.
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I threw in some duct tape to fix the tent. Besides, that dang T-Bird was haunted and you know it.

Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2012-05-30 21:10:48 EDT (#)

"Meth is not your friend, kids. However, it is apparently mine."

Ain't that the truth. Skrap traded me a leaky tent, some wet matches and a $20 for a 1958 Thunderbird. He drives a hard bargain.

Submitted by SilvrWolf at 2012-05-30 21:07:22 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Nice read.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-05-30 20:33:45 EDT (#)

*looks in taco-hopes for steak*

Submitted by joedaddy at 2012-05-30 20:27:39 EDT (#)

Steak? I don't think so. You're lucky if the "meat" comes off a baca.
99.9% of the time it's: Brains, stomach, or as said before, various appendages
from a baca that have been tossed as: marginal.
The "salsa"? that's just another name for; amoebic dysentery that's looking for a new host
since it's usually been washed and then mixed with duki-water.
They use Kilometers in Mexico.
Most of the, they're called farmacias, are segunda clase. They don't even carry #2 #3 or #
4 clase drugs.
The; Sector Salud will fuck them so hard if they're caught selling without a prescription that
they don't even bother. It's-just-not-worth it to them.
Would it have been too difficult to say: La Bufadora?
Other than that, you captured everything quite accurately.

Submitted by grÜeMaster emeritus and uberlord supreme at 2012-05-30 17:26:40 EDT (#)

fag below

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2012-05-30 16:20:07 EDT (#)

Also also: good read.

Submitted by skrapmetal at 2012-05-30 16:19:26 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Been to Ensenada on a couple of occasions, back 1000 years ago when it was reasonably safe to do so. Good times.

In other news, I bought a really nice Epiphone 7-string Flying V in a case out of the trunk of a guy's car today for $50 cash. Korina body, gold hardware, white covers on black paint. Had a receipt and everything - said he got it from his dad as a birthday present a few years ago. Meth is not your friend, kids. However, it is apparently mine.

Submitted by Shlongy at 2012-05-30 14:45:14 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Namedrop.

As far as the story is concerned, it looked like it blew.

Submitted by grÜeMaster emeritus and uberlord supreme at 2012-05-30 13:42:59 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

haha

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-05-30 13:25:11 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

"The Pacific slams into the cliff wall almost like it’s angry at the land for being there. The roar and spray are impressive but even they are dwarfed by the plume of water that shoots almost 100 feet into the air towards the end of the path."

"I guess the only revelations I get this day are how many people have never had authentic Mexican food and that I should have taken more napkins."

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MMMM tacos! Last year a taco truck came here, it is the ONLY fast food on the mountain. The gals that run the truck make the kind you describe. $1.25 each. They swap me my roosters for their tacos.. heh

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-05-30 12:43:40 EDT (#)

leave shlongy out of this

Submitted by grÜeMaster emeritus and uberlord supreme at 2012-05-30 12:41:26 EDT (#)
Rating: -1

you left out a couple of cliches


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