The imaginary destination has a lot in common with where I really was, a mile from home in Phoenix: it was hotter’n hell in both places, there are palm trees in both places, the skies are very blue, there are a lot of Spanish speakers in both locations and, from what I understand, there are a lot of pigeons in both places.
Can you guess where I imagined myself?
Here’s your imaginary postcard~
Okay, so it’s not even close…but it’s vaguely suggestive of it, right? Want to know more about the Mayans, Aztecs, and Incas? Check out this informative website. And this is where I really was~
It’s a long abandoned former bar/restaurant. I can’t even remember what it used to be called.* It’s in a lot of disrepair and quite a ruin (haha, get it?) itself now. Are you going on any vacations or staycations? How about an imaginary one?
*Update: My local friend, Diane, just told me the restaurant was called El Maya. And then Montucky, who used to live in the area years ago, told me the same thing. At least I had my cultures right since the Mayans are from the Yucatan.
**Update #2: Diane also said that after El Maya closed, this restaurant was called La Cucaracha (no wonder it didn’t last long) and then it was briefly a bar called Friends, which has since moved down the street.