Tacos for breakfast

This morning Paul and Grace Becker and I headed over to the neighborhood of San Isidro where Paco and Gaby have a taco stand. Barbacoa, it's called. Usually barbacoa is goat meat, but they use beef for their tacos. Two tortillas wrapped around the meat, you add onions, cilantro and all the salsa you desire - yes, it's spicy! Very delicious!

We knew they wouldn't be serving anything except coke with the tacos, so we stopped on the way there for some freshly squeezed orange juice. I think it's safe! It's sure good, so I guess that's what counts!



Paco quit his job as a mechanic, where he worked from 8:30 AM to 7 PM, and where they paid him peanuts. He may not be making a whole lot more now, but he spends his days with his family, which makes Gaby very happy! They work together to clean and cut the onions and cilantro, and are able to spend time doing things they never could do before. And now Paco can come to church, something he couldn't do before, since he had to work! In fact, that's mostly why he quit! God is at work!


If it looks like I'm standing on the street, well, I am! This is a very informal dining room!

And yes, the tacos were delicious! Y'all come on over and I'll treat you!