I remembered that I had forgotten to buy limes and crema for the fish tacos, so I hopped on the bike and rode up to one of the local Mexicanas. Limes, crema, some Mexican Cokes, Queso Duro Olanchano-style, and cilantro were in the bag. I headed out and was asked by a local Mexican-American Baptist if I read the Bible.
I told him I have, but that I don’t go to church. He asked if it was because something happened in my life. I told him nothing in particular has happened in my life that has led me to stop reading the Bible.
Off to the Red in the morning. Fish tacos with peach salsa for campfire time are on the docket.