Today my grocery store tour was entirely in Spanish, which is always a huge mood-booster. The ladies on the tour already knew most of the material in the curriculum, which was great, and I enjoyed trying to help with their questions about Latino food that was completely foreign to me (e.g. black sugar, peeled wheat, various pre-prepared spice packets...). Two of the women were from Puerto Rico, and it always makes Puerto Ricans smile when I tell them my dad grew up there and that I've seen how beautiful the country is.
Finally, here's an non-alcohol-related photo to prove there's more to my summer? Took it through the window of the cafe where I had lunch today:
|a new take on the phrase "walking the dog"|