I am dead set on turning my back yard into a Mexican graveyard for my birthday party this year, so Jam and I went downtown to Olivera Street to find decorations. Called 'El Pueblo de Los Angeles', Olivera St is the OG LA. For a while, it WAS Los Angeles. Now it's more like a mini Mexico tourist market with a whole bunch of imports. Except they're really expensive imports. It might not seem so at first, but after going to Mexico City for some of this stuff, I was horrified at how expensive it all was! It's kinda the same as how I feel whenever I see cheap imported Indian skirts. I've actually stormed out of a few shops shouting "I COULD'VE BOUGHT THIS FOR 200 RUPEES!" while bobbing my head ferociously. Honestly guys, world travel turns you into a hostile and fierce shopper...
Things that remind me of Mexico (and therefore make me happy):
Coffee with cinnamon, cardamom and cream.
corn on the cob sprinkled with cayenne, lime juice, butter and salt
pineapple sprinkled with cayenne