Sunday morning menudo being prepared on the street.
There is no such thing as a quick trip to the butcher. Marta quickly sequesters us into a conversation; treating us as if we are long lost family members whom she has known for years. Currently, she is trying to convince me to have children and promises our kids can hang at the butcher shop with her, during the day. Some of my friends are surely wondering, why a vegan is frequenting the butcher. Great question. We actually go see Marta to buy Sancho chicken. Yes, we feed our dog local, organic chicken. But, I should come clean, it was the bacon that broke me!
Come back to see more photos of My Mexican Life. I will be posting a series of photos to describe a typical week in my life.
