Tucson is another town profligate with its space, stretched and sparse alongside giant 4 lane roads. Like lots of other places we've been (Savanah, New Orleans and Mobile being exceptions) the city is designed for the car - and without one you simply cannot function. Sick of eating out we wanted to get food from a supermarket - but that is a 45 minute drive on the other side of town. Just imagine that - there are no supermarkets within 45 minutes of our locale - and we're only a mile or two from downtown.
So we should have known that attempting to walk to a restaurant last night was fraught. We searched in vain for a cross walk, and stood like little NZ lemmings on the side of the road, fruitlessly waiting for a chance to cross. In the end Finn and I dashed and Amanda stranded herself on an island in the middle. I think she's still there.
Anyway. We made it to a Mexican place called Las Cazuelitas. And behold - the food was seriously hot, delicious and, since no one spoke English, we assume authentic. Yay.
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