After a night at the airport Hilton in Miami we have arrived in Leon, Mexico.
The American Eagle flight from DFW here was on a little regional jet…not the most comfortable aircraft for a two hour flight. But it got the job done.
Very little English is spoken so I am brushing up on my Spanish quite quickly, and we are getting by pretty well.
There is a veterinary conference here, and Michael is speaking. This is also my last time working the CAPC booth in an exhibit hall.
After three days of muddling through that, my Spanish should be muy bueno.
There’s a dinner tonight but we were hungry so we asked the hombre at the desk where we should go for local food.
He sent us to Almuerzos San Isidro a few blocks away. Very loc al indeed. Quesadilla - $1US (but without any sides or toppings). Enchiladas where the tortillas are not baked but dipped in sauce, fried and then rolled. And one of the cheeses on top looked like Manchego Cheese Whiz.
There was a stack of something by the door that looked like big slabs of chicarrones. And they were. Michael loves pork rinds, but we are accustomed to seeing them in little bits in bags not big pieces from which you break off plate size servings. Didn’t stop Michael from enjoying some, though. Hmmmm mmmm mmmm.
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