Just another day in a life of a veritable vagrant, this morning saw me back at the airport, sitting at the California Pizza kitchen -the least of all evils- chowing on a salad. Yes, I am off again. This time a little farther afield, all the way to Thailand. It has been two years since the last time, overdue really.
I am on assignment, for a rather grand magazine even. I'm not just going there for the assignment though, there are family to see and friends to play with and yummy things to eat and new old dishes to learn. It should be fun –the usual family entanglement notwithstanding.
I'm planning quite a roller coaster ride, from fancy western dégustation menus, to rarefied Thai meals, on the table, the kitchen floor, the street and everywhere in between. You are very welcome to come with me. Some of those juicy details, naturally, you'd have to wait to read about in said magazine, but there will be plenty others fun things to go around. It's not like they'd let me fill up an entire issue's worth of materials. Or would they? Perhaps I should have asked?
But before we get to Thailand, I promised you some fun stuff from my trip to Mexico last week. We were in Baja California, our second time in less than six months. David goes to surf, I go to lie around in the sun. In the summer we were over on the Sea of Cortez side, staying in San Jose del Cabo –the quieter, more genteel neighbor of Cabo San Lucas. In the winter we followed the wind and the surf to the other side, staying over in Todos Santos.