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bling bling (above).

Last week Saturday was one of the first warm days this year, and I took advantage. For hours, I wandered around the streets with my fellow English teachers and allies, Logan and Bettina.

We had high aspirations for the day - visiting a palace and getting a quote a full back tattoo (don't worry, it's not for me, but for discretions' sake, I won't say whether it's for Logan or Bettina).

In the end, there was no time for the palace, and we just barely found the tattoo parlor.

The reason it took us so long to find the tattoo parlor was mostly thanks to a truly diabolical map, which lists as major landmarks a coffee shop that has since gone out of business and a movie theatre that probably never existed. Three roads were on the map, none of which resembled their real life counterparts.

In the end, we called the tattoo parlor and had someone meet us and take us there.

But before we did that, we went to a Mexican restaurant. Bettina ordered guacamole.

"Sorry, we don't have that."

"But... you're a Mexican restaurant."

"Sorry."

Then she got her quesadilla (above), which made her even sadder. It was less than a full tortilla, cut into two slices. Also, did I say there was no guacamole?

She asked if she could have some toppings from my burrito, but I refused.

I (above), on the other hand, was very content. In this picture I am drinking a corona and a horchata at the same time. It was a really good horchata.

My burrito, unlike Bettina's quesadilla, was quite good. And for some reason, it had avocado (the quintessential ingredient of guacamole).

And finally, this is a missile (it's not relevant to the story).