On the way up we stopped at a little authentic Mexican market/carniceria near lake okeechobee to grab some food. The dirtier the better so we found the biggest hole in the wall we could find. I don't even remember the name. Assuming it even had a name. The food was awesome (we ordered seconds) but by far the best part was the drama we walked in on when we entered the store.
First off this place I am pretty sure was owned and run by pakistanis. When we walked in there was some yelling in Spanish at the check out counter and we got to witness a very drunk and very unruly Mexican guy screaming at the guy behind the counter. I don't speak Spanish but obviously they did enough as the wife came out from the kitchen with her wooden spoon yelling and threatening the poor little guy. I think he just wanted another beer. The cops came (and let him go!!) and we were able to finally enjoy our food at last. South Florida entertainment at it's best. Ole!!
We made it to the only hostel in Tampa which was a lucky find. The owner had a healthy obsession with gram parsons and thus it is called gram's place. If you are ever in tampa and looking for a cool place to stay off the beaten path I recommend it: http://www.grams-inn-tampa.com
All of the rooms have musical themes and there are various neat lofts and spots in this small fenced in lot to just sit or look around. I heart old hippies that invite people into their homes.
We made it to the games and had awesome seats like 3rd row centerfield.
Unfortunately the U.S. lost to Panama (what?!?!?!?-- thanks to some shitty refereeing) but we had a great time none the less. We were surrounded by panamanians who were pumped. Can't really blame them. The US still advanced but ended up losing to Mexico in the final. Wonder what our Mexican friend was getting into THAT night.
Sunday morning we had brunch with Joe and the fam (my friend and colleague from the usgs office in Tampa). We had Gouda cheese grits. Great end to the trip!
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