I woke up this morning to a flat tire. I’d packed and was just about ready to return to Merida to join Rudolfo and the gang for today’s football game and found a flat tire. Thankfully I didn’t have a blowout while driving on that terrible little goat road yesterday. Abraham called Mike who said he’d be here in a hour. Is that a local hour or a real hour?
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| The cuplrit …a nail |
Thankfully Mike was at the house in record time. He insisted on repairing the tire rather than simply mounting the baby pretender spare. Smart man.
On to Merida. I stopped to buy vodka and cranberry juice since I couldn't show up empty handed.
I missed kickoff but I was at Rodolfo’s in plenty of time to enjoy the game. This week he served a
baked potato stuffed with grilled beef and an awesome salsa verde. It was probably the best thing I ate this entire trip. Yummy!!!
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