Eating tacos in Monterrey

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I arrived at the airport at 8:50 PM last night.  Tio Lynn arrived to pick me up at 9:30.  This served to remind me that I am now in Mexico on vacation.  Time is different down here.  Lynn knows how gringo I am and I know how Mexican he is.  But we forget all that when we get together.  It takes us a little while to adjust to each other again.  The thing I love about Lynn is that, he knows the best way to make me happy when I am in Monterrey, is to take me to eat tacos in the street in front of the Bank where Grandpa Lauro worked for a couple of decades.  Here we are eating tacos with our neighborhood friend, ex-boxer, red-haired, Bernardo.  The tacos were awesome.  Lynn is going to take me around to look at possible retirement properties later this afternoon.