When I looked up, it was déjà vu all over again! I saw the village I’m sure I would have lived in had I been born in Mexico!
I gawked. I stared, glassy-eyed. I whipped out my trusty Powershot and fired a few rounds. The waitress approached me, a look of concern in her eyes. “Please,” she said . . .
[Are they going to toss her out of there for shooting up the place? Is she ever going to get anything to eat?? Don’t miss tomorrow’s gripping conclusion!]
ooh, that is gorgeous. Who woulda thunk it.
I hope you’re not too disappointed at the lack of a severed finger. 🙂
Marie, you are a riot. And you sure know how to work a cliffhanger!
Colorful spot. Nice series and perfectly narrated.
Passante, life wouldn’t be worth living without some silliness! This series needed something off the beaten path to keep from boring everyone to death, as it’s a bit long. I almost didn’t do it for that very reason. Oops… there I go with beatings and death again. Sorry, Natalie!
Carlos, it was like being doused with a bucket of colorful water, walking in there! Pow!! But in a nice way. Such a lovely surprise, after the modest exterior.
Thank you all for coming yet again, and I hope you hang in there for tomorrow’s Gripping Conclusion!
wow! deja vu, indeed!
how nice to have dined there 🙂