One room down, 5 more to go. Sigh.
Today was Cinco de Mayo. Not Mexico's Independence Day. That is in September. Cinco de Mayo is the day the Mexican army drove out the French. They beat Napoleon's army. An army that had not been beat in over 50 years. They kicked some serious trash. And so they have a big celebration. I mean, wouldn't you? That was big news, people!
Though I am not Mexican, I do enjoy any excuse to celebrate. For dinner tonight I made Cafe Rio Burritos.
They were delicious, and were surprisingly similar to the real deal. You can check out the recipe for yourself
And Cinco de Mayo is not complete without a refreshing glass of Horchata (pronounced Or-cha-ta).
After driving around to four different stores, I wanted to give up on the Horchata (Mexican rice drink. My favorite).
I couldn't find it anywhere! Which is odd, because I checked all the stores where I had purchased it before. To no avail. But then, my friend Emily steered me in the right direction. Beto's! Duh. I don't know why I didn't think of that in the first place.
After waiting in the drive thru line for fifteen minutes and still being five cars back from placing my order, I decided to try one last place. Walmart.
They had it.
I did a happy dance in the isle and my pants which are slightly too big nearly fell off.
It was slightly embarrassing.
But dinner was complete. Cafe Rio, Horchata, and... banana bread. I couldn't find a pinata at the last minute, and my friend Heather brought me a mini loaf of banana bread. Scrumptious meal, I tell you.
When dinner was over, Jeffrey suggested we all go for a walk. It was so lovely. I know this sounds so cliche, but the air was heavy with the scent of blossoms. It was delightful. I want to go for a walk every night. I used to do that, but then it got cold and I hate the cold. But now, the sun has decided to get over its shyness and come play.
Faye was adorable in her little hat. She was blissful with her book and stroller.
Keith loved playing with the worms and rocks.
It was exactly the way the day should have ended.
In other news, I have decided to try my hand at free lance writing. I am terrified. But, if I don't put myself out there, how will I ever grow? I am still having second thoughts about this whole thing, but if I don't try I will never know, and it is something I have always wanted to do.
If I am good, if I am accepted, watch for this photo!
Maybe I should get a better one up before I am published. Eek! And writing that just terrified me all over again. Deep breaths, Amy. Deep breaths!