A change of pace can be refreshing, almost as much as a cold margarita!
We drove past the usual diner tonight after the climbing session and landed in Jose Tejas. I'm still not sure what to call the food but I'm mysteriously drawn to the fish tacos. Perhaps it has something to do with the unidentifiable special sauce.
Anyway, the venue was different but the mood created by great friends was the same. There's comfort in knowing that there will be laughs where ever we stop along the highway. A really big margarita would just be a bonus.