If you look across the street from the Mexican consulate on Folsom near first, that white house was my first flat in SF. The neighborhood has changed dramatically in the ensuing years.
New to the nabe since I left are Mexican food vendors in the parking lot next to the consulate. There's a brilliant idea. The lines are long and people run over to the stands while waiting.
At 8 am, it was too early for hot dogs for me. I wasn't in the mood for tamales, but a hot cup of champurrado hit the spot on the chilly morning. I was warned to be careful because it was so hot ... and it was. it was nicely spiced with cinnamon but really, really sweet. In this case that was fine. I need any energy surge no matter how fleeting. The drink kept me gong like the engergizer bunny till noon.
My guys proclaimed it excellent. I'm no so much a champurrado fan so it was nice to hear an expert opinion
There's even a guy making copies in the lot next to the tamale stand which I was informed we needed as we pulled in the lot ... guys ... there's a copier at home. You couldn't tell me then?.
Here's the hilarious (sort of) part. Mexico won't let my husband in with just his Guatemalan passport and visa. Seriously .... Mexico won't let people IN? Seriously, really, seriously?
So trip iterruptus. We have to wait till Tuesday to get the right documents I feel guilty for being so relieved I can maybe get a night or two of sleep before hitting the road.