In a few hours, I’ll be getting on a plane to embark on a mini-vacation to San Francisco with my husband. Yes, we’ll be wearing our N95 face masks the entire flight, and furiously wiping our hand with sanitizer every few nano-seconds. No, we won’t tell anyone in San Francisco we’re visiting from Mexico City. Take that, John MCcain and other crazy Arizona politicians who want to close the border. (I’m not sure he’s aware that there are more than 2 million Americans who live in Mexico for work and/or personal reasons? Is he going to quarantine us, his fellow countrymen?)
Anyhoodles, before I leave, I wanted to alert your attention to the highlight of my morning, this fantastic blog post from my fellow American-Mexican friend, Julie. She decided to throw a bacon-and-pork themed birthday party for her friend, Ben. (My only dismay about this post is that I wasn’t invited!) The post includes their journey to Costco, which was surprisingly calm, despite media reports that grocery stores have turned into a scene from Blackhawk Down.