This morning as I was washing dishes, I remembered this little taco shop where we ate on our honeymoon. We were in San Francisco, so we took a few days to drive down highway 1 to see Big Sur and hike in some of the parks. It was magical, but there was one major problem. No restaurants. No food, no gas, I mean it was the middle of nowhere. If you know me you know I have to eat every hour on the hour, so not long into our drive, I was desperate for food, and my phone had no service. As we drove down the highway, right in the middle of nowhere was a taco shop. I probably screamed “manna from heaven!” and jumped out of the car before we fully stopped. There was nothing else around it, so it felt very Twilight Zone. You order at the counter and then there’s a little patio where you can look out over the ocean and all the beautiful cliffs. We just sat there and had a beer and we kept saying “We’re so lucky!”
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