Everyone I know, knows how I feel about tacos.

Its been my experience through traveling that nothing taste the same any where.

I had no expectation that tacos wouldn't fall to this fact here in Lausanne.

But I could have used the surprise of wrongness, many wrong-wrongs -- there are no taco bells that use real-real meat, kinda rightness, about being wrong.

For me a year without tacos is like a paper cut -- we all know they are the worst.

But when I compare no great taco eating to living in one of the most beautiful and natural places its only a pin-prick I guess...but it still hurts you guys.

Tacos likely don't taste close to the same b/c the meat they use hasn't been bleached and food coloring added, preservatives added, something other than cow added (well there might be some horse in there, but that didn't stop me from eating Ikea meatballs).  All things I am happy about, beyond excited about, a dream come true-about! I even think the shells didn't have BHT added. And though the taco seasoning smelled of seasons it was not of chili pepper, garlicky, salty goodness -- 

it was bland. 

 No big deal -- Texas Pete to the rescue.

His crimson-red hunky silhouette, ten gallon hat, rumply chaps and crackin whip--he's so hott, 

he taste so good.  

Since I can't "really" cook, I always use Pete as a means to make almost anything I make edible.

but guys....

 THERE IS NO TEXAS PETE HERE! HOW COULD I HAVE LET THIS SLIP MY MIND WHEN PACKING THINGS ONE NEEDS TO LIVE FOR A YEAR!!! I BROUGHT 16 PAIR OF FASHION STOCKINGS BUT NO PETE!!!!!!!

I don't deserve tacos.

love y'all,

Sussie Lopo,
Alpine Hillbilly

: next post -- a trip to get yogurt 3,000 feet up a mountain and cowbell