Bowl of Spanish-Speaking Idahoans

I found it ironic that I've been spending some time recently searching for people who speak Spanish. It's only funny because I traveled to Mexico to search for English-speaking people. I was in Twin Falls this weekend to visit Kelsey and we went in service with her Spanish congregation. We had lunch at a Mexican market that has a little restaurant in it. I haven't had flautas that good since Hilda made them for me in Arizona...4 years ago! Their local coffee shop is called Java, and I guess it's quite the hippie hang out. Interestingly, one of the hippies that works there runs his own farm as well. Anyone else think that's strange?

You had to know it would come up: what I had to drink. They have a beverage there called "Bowl of Soul." When you drink it "for here," they literally serve it in a bowl, not a mug. Of course, I made Kelsey take me there before service so we could fully take in the atmosphere. Basically, I didn't want to drink my Bowl of Soul in a cup. Wouldn't that just be ridiculous?!?

Again, I found it quite enjoyable to travel solo. Just me and Mr. Pea Pod (my iPod). I stopped only when I needed to, and, yes, I sang so loud the windows almost shattered. Ah, the beauty of being alone. I hope I'll have more to write about during the next few months, but not much excitement will be happening. Maybe I'll post a picture of my sliced-up knee...

Let me know what you think.