I am getting to go on the trip of a lifetime. I have been invited to a destination that is by invitation only and I am assured that language will not be an issue. The food is terrific, the shopping endless, and the people are unbelievably friendly. You don’t know how excited I am. In the near future I will be jumping in a car with a new friend of mine and we will be crossing the highly secure border of the American military base!! Wahoo!!!!
I was elated to receive an invitation to the commissary on base where I was told I could wander aisle after tasty aisle. I imagine myself drifting from shelf to shelf, tears in my eyes as I look at the various kinds of chocolate chips I can buy; milk chocolate, semi-sweet, dark chocolate, peanut butter, white chocolate, oh the options are limitless!! The cereals, the SODA, THE HOT DOGS!!!!! I can’t believe my good fortune.
My invitation also included a stop that is worthy of a dramatic pause. So, wait for it. Just a bit longer. Almost there. I am so excited I am almost giddy. Friends, I am heading south of the border and gonna get me some Taco Bell!! It has been over a year, and instead of dreaming of a white Christmas, I am dreaming of chicken quesadillas, cinnamon twists and endless refills on soda! Ah, I can smell it now.
This is one of those opportunities that you don’t want to keep to yourself, so Ben will be coming along of course, but I thought I would also invite one of my British friends who has never eaten at Taco Bell. That is a crying shame. This amazing trip just came about today so in my excitement about American food, my British friend (who shall remain nameless) turned to me and said, “so what is all this I hear about Taco Bell? What is it?” I nearly choked. Someone doesn’t know what Taco Bell is? Yo quiero Taco Bell? Think outside the bun? Nothing? I explained that it was a fast food restaurant that specializes in Mexican food and obviously tacos. She then asked, “what is a taco?” The sound of a record coming to an abrupt halt occurred. I burst out laughing but quickly noticed she wasn’t laughing at all. I looked over at my American friend and she asked “you aren’t serious are you?” Oh yes, yes she was. How could this be?
So, as any good American would do, I am going to introduce my lovely British friend to the world of tacos. And what better place to do this than Taco Bell?! Mind you, I know the quality isn’t really well, good, but hey, you can’t be picky over here. And I have to say, I have yet to find a quesadilla I love more. Not only will she get to experience the joys of taco bliss, but she will get to see the beauty of an American grocery store. The order, the fully stocked shelves, the options, it is truly a beauty to behold. What a wonderful, unexpected Christmas present.