chase the light

Day 3, Boise. Find something to do. Ok, well, there’s the pink flamingo display down the road, there’s some fire hydrants down that way, how ’bout the co-op food store? Or there’s the Basque section of town where I was able to purchase a paellera. I also picked up some paella recipes and saffron. Oh man, can’t wait to fire that up.

We eventually ended up at my cousin’s. Who oddly enough bought a home a few miles from my sisters. So we went for a visit and I checked out the Childen Of The Corn field next to them. Looks like Kansas or something up here. The absolute highlite of my day though was the Mexican restaurant. Not because the food was good. It was middle of the road, but it was the menu that had me cracking up. They would phonetically spell some of the words. Pollo would have (poy-yo) next to it. Chipotle (chee-pote-lay), etc. If taco (tah-ko) had been on there I would have lost it. I guess you just get used to Spanish being a semi-secondary language in L.A.