Interstellar Adventures

February 8, 2006

The road to El Paso is lined with dirt

Filed under: Uncategorized — by InterstellarLass @ 6:08 am

Cooler: check. Suitcases: check. Coffee: check. Kids off to school: check. One final stop at Wal Mart and we were off. The rain and morning rush hour traffic slowed us down some. The rain didn’t clear for almost an hour. But when it stopped raining, Nick let go his death-grip off the door handle. He said “It’s not you I don’t trust…it’s those other dumbasses.”.

Nick and I yukkin’ it up in the car with our new His & Hers travel mugs.

I did most of the driving on the way there. I did get to take a bit of a break in the afternoon and have a look at the “scenery”. Cactus, hills, cotton fields, oil fields, dirt, mountains, and road. Between the Sudoku, music, conversation with my fabulous hubby and a bit of a nap, we managed to make the drive in just ten and a half hours.

The skies are finally clearing as Nick brings us in closer to El Paso.

More scenery along the way. Oil drills a.k.a. Grasshoppers. Cotton fields. Mountains. Boracho Station. More mountains.

We arrived at his dad’s house at about 5:30 El Paso (Mountain) Time. Nick’s dad is a dear old man. He’s 85 and just about as adorable as can be. He’s almost completely deaf, even with his hearing aid. Nick and his brother both “talk” to him by writing on dry-erase boards. But, I guess my voice waves are at the right wave length that he was able to understand a bit of what I said if I said it loud enough.

My first experience with “real” Mexican food was at an old favorite of Nick’s family. La Casita is a place where Nick grew up eating. He and his family know the owners, and they were happy to see him after so long. I perused the menu, expecting dishes and descriptions with which I was not familiar. But there they were. Tamale. Chile Relleno. Enchilada. I gave one of the combination plates a try. Even the chips that hit the table looked the same. I do admit the salsa was a bit more caliente than the salsas presented around here. It was definitely freshly made, not served out of a jar. Mira…it’s the almost same sh*t. There were a few slight differences in El Paso Mexican Food and Plano Mexican Food. But the taste wasn’t overwhelmingly different. I didn’t sit up and say “Oh my gosh! This is what I’ve been missing my whole life!”. Now, I guess since Nick grew up on the “real” stuff, he’s more sensitive to the differences. Perhaps his palate is more refined than mine (when it comes to Mexican food). I mean, it was good and all, but I didn’t see the big deal.

After dinner, back at Pop’s house, we chatted, had coffee and a Dunkin’ Donut for dessert. Nick and his dad are both fans of Dunkin’ Donuts. We haven’t had those in our area in quite awhile. So it was just a nice, relaxing evening at home after our long drive.

To be continued…

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