The Love and Wagon of Tacos

For this entry I'm going to start with...

Angela's Corner of Self-Discovery:  I love tacos. I have known this for sometime, but I just couldn't admit it until now.  Tacos are healthy, delicious, and allow personal creativity in assembling one's meal.  They're fast and easy to make and always taste so very, very good.  I love tacos.

Now, onto the rest of the blog...

A couple weeks ago I was driving into the parking lot at work and I was surprised to see a taco wagon sitting on the side of the street.  I was even more surprised when the principal opened the front door for me while holding and eating a giant burrito.  I stupidly asked where he'd gotten it to which he replied, "The taco wagon...right over there."  Ever since then, I've realized I love tacos and that I needed to buy a taco from the wagon--something I had never done before.

Taqueria Buenavista...the Taco Wagon

It took a week or so, but I finally made my way over to the taco wagon yesterday for lunch.  I approached the window and, for some reason, ordered  a burrito...not a taco.  I'm not sure if I was too hungry to just get one measly taco or if I simply forgot my purpose in visiting the taco wagon.  Regardless of my original intentions, I ordered a burrito with everything on it, except for hot sauce, and I went on my way.  I wasn't exactly sure what I was ending up with as the taco seller spoke unclear English and my Spanish is mal (Spanish for bad).  To make a long story short, but burrito was somewhat disappointing.  The first few bites were alright, but then I started dripping juices all over my pants and feeling slightly sick to my stomach.  I'm very sorry to say that I couldn't finish my first taco-wagon-burrito.  Will I visit a taco wagon again?  I might...and if I do, I'll be sure to stick to their strength...tacos!

The initial optimistic bites of the burrito