walking to Wales.

You know that moment in a Walk to Remember when they drive to the Virginia border and straddle the state lines? Well yesterday, we got to play Jamie. Except no one got a tattoo-real or fake, and no one died at the end. Yesterday was a 100% tear-free day. ;) Oh, and instead of the state border, we got to straddle the line between England and Wales. 

Okay, that might not sound like a big deal or anything, but I think it sounds pretty cool to be able to say you walked into another country. Living in Chester makes it possible to take a half-hour stroll into its neighbor and also makes it possible for me to sound like I'm some big-shot hiker with a backpack filled with mountain climbing gear and 100 protein bars...even if the truth is I wore my red keds and had pockets filled with nothing more than a chapstick and my house keys. Wilderness survival lesson 1. You're welcome. 

I want to make something very clear to anyone who is planning on visiting England...or at least the small portion of the country that I have seen. If you have a fondness for anything Mexican like I do (mostly in reference to Mexican food) go ahead and gorge yourself now. Walk your little tuchas to the nearest Mexican restaurant, even if it's just the Americanized one that isn't even really traditional food at all. Whatever you're into, you won't find it here. Taco Bell doesn't exist. La Caretta doesn't exist. Pancho Villa doesn't exist. If it does exist, it does not make its presence known and must hide in some corner of the country that continues to be sought after by hungry Americans. I'm one of them! 

Adrienne and I, our tummies rumbling after what turned into a longer walk than expected, made it our mission to track down a taste of home. The night before, we had gone to a little restaurant/bar/nightclub/thing? called Fiesta Havana. They had both daiquiris and margaritas on the menu and that was good enough for me to give it another go. Obviously I'm aware that Havana is not in Mexico and therefore the whole finding Mexican food mission not exactly done perfectly, but we found ourselves crawling back to the place, ready to pour chips and salsa down our throats. For the first time since I have arrived in England (okay so it's only been a little less than three weeks...) I have had real and proper nachos. Good enough.

Oh, also yesterday was Chester Pride, which is pretty cool. There was a whole parade, street vendors, drag performers, and the whole shebang. Here's a Lady Gaga performer, doing her thing: