Para Una por favor!

I never realized just how Tex-Mexican I am until today.

I woke up with the excitement of celebration. It was like a Mariachi band awakened me from my slumber and followed me around all day reminding me that sometime soon, my tongue would experience the fiery vociferous flavor of jalapeño, flirting with the breezy bashful taste of cilantro in a salsa dance that would make “the stars” on that dancing show drool. I could hardly keep still going about my Tuesday activities, shimmying on the bus, swishing my hips on the train.

Toronto must have thought I was crazy! If only they knew, that no matter where she goes, she takes the craving for fajitas and margaritas on Cinco de Mayo, with her!