El Rosario, BCN. Taco total: 15.

Woke up this morning in a park across from the local elementary school, adjacent to the police station. Clamored past some barbed wire and walked halfway up a hill to the outhouse, washed my face in the jerry-rigged waterpump, and set off in search of lunch.

After two miles of riding, I found myself at “Baja’s Best,” a roadside restaurant / turquoise giftshop / the home of a California expat and a few locals living on the property.

Once again, I had walked into someone’s living room. A Nicolas Cage movie played on the television; a fire burned in the stove in the middle of the room. I was the only customer.

Types of tacos: I ordered 3 fish tacos with a side of refried beans. And a michelada. I love micheladas. 

Rating: The fish tacos were super delicious. Perfectly cooked. The tortillas were fresh, and I saw the waitress/cook/lady chop up the tomatoes/onions/cilantro herself. PLUS, despite the fact that they didn’t have michelada ingredients on-hand, the lady taking care of me sent someone out to pick up what she needed to make the drink. 

While eating, I began talking to the gravel-voiced California expat who kept coming in and out of the dining room. It turns out that he owns the place, and he invited us to stay in his backyard tonight. So, we’ve got a safe place to sleep for the night, which is, you know, a nice thing to have.

Cost: $100 pesos for 3 tacos+beans+2 micheladas.