On vacation, we went to a town called Canos de la Meca because we read in our trusty book that they had a vegematarian restaurant there. And, just by chance, they also had the most fabulous, boho beaches. Lots of dreadheaded hash-smokers, and lots of (yay) naturalists. My boo/boyf/beef snapped this photo - I was gazing in rapture at the limestone cliffs, imagining that I was trekking around the perimeter of the Lost island with Sayed, looking for Rousseau. Or something like that.
The restaurant was not actually vegematarian, but I had an egg-n-cheese crepe that was savory and tastykins.
Dig my sarong!