missing mexico

well, actually, just mexican food. i actually managed to grow up in texas without ever making a run for the border. last night i made tacos and mexican rice, using the last of the seasonings i had brought with me (yes, i consider it "cooking" to brown meat and add a packet of taco-seasoning)... man is that good stuff. i love tex-mex.. i could eat it every day (to the annoyance of my parents, who suffer under my craving once a year). somehow eating the tacos (and listening to beuno vista social club) got me in a funky mood. i felt like dancing some latin style, wearing bright colors, and hanging a sombrero on the wall. instead i settled for going out with my housemate for (virgin) drinks at a pseudo-mexican resteraunt (well, at least guacamole was on the menu..) dressed in african skirts. thats the closest we could get. i think food is probably the thing i miss most about home. you can email or call friends and family, but having a good conversation with an enchillada is just not fulfilling. maybe tomorro i will take a siesta...