After three days at a resort in Cabo, Mexico, it was time to meet what the locals eat. 

So, we nearly killed ourselves crossing the highway, then caught a bus to Cabo San Lucas. The bus unloaded onto the main plaza by a marina lined with boozy brunches and bus boys still mopping last nights parties off the floor. Along the marina was a boardwalk swarming with Mexican sales people, “Amigo, would you like to go on a boat ride? Amigo, snorkeling? Amigo, whale watching?”

I told Stan I knew he had friends around the world, but didn’t realize he had so many (amigos) in Mexico. We took refuge in a side street and stumbled upon an open air restaurant with a menu written in chalk. Thanks to our poor Spanish skills, we didn’t know what we were ordering, but when the waitress came out with two hearty bowls of a Mexican beef stew, warm tortillas, and all the cool vegetable fixings, we knew we made a good decision. 

“Stan, why are you taking a picture of me right now?”

 If only we had one of those sectional circle platters at our house... 

If only we had one of those sectional circle platters at our house… 

What’s a trip to a foreign country if you don’t bring some enchanting part of their culture back with you? Here is our contribution: birria (click here for a recipe). It tasted as pretty as it looked, although Stan put the spiciest chilis in the stew, which made my eyes water whenever I took a bite (although I just told him I was crying because it was so good).  

 Chop. Chop. Chop.

Chop. Chop. Chop.

 Build.

Build.

 Adore. 

Adore. 

 Praise. 

Praise. 

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