Another in the series of things I love about Tucson: Mexican restaurants out-number McDonalds almost two to one. There’s a drive-through Taco joint on almost every corner. It’s great!! I’ve gone to get breakfast almost every morning since we got here: huevos rancheros for me, steak ranchero for Jen and a gigantic quesadilla for Max (because he loves his cheese). It’s heavenly. If you’ve never tried them (and it sounds kind of nasty), there’s something wonderful about egg yolk and refried beans.
We’re having a ball in 80 degree weather with abundant sunshine and no humidity. I’ll tell you all about it when we’re done having fun.