Avery is playing indoor soccer this winter in Black Mountain. He is loving it, as he gets to play more positions, and with more freedom than on his classic team. He also loves that his team has Manchester City colors, and he randomly got number 4 - the number worn by both his uncle Matt and me - when we were young soccer players. These things still really matter to him, and I am holding on to these small wonders as long as possible - as he is really starting to age out of some of this. I hoe he keeps the sense of wonder though - and continues to appreciate the little things.
Eating a ginormous burrito at El Farolito in San Francisco, 2004 I LOVE burritos. It is a passion that I share with my brother, and we actively seek out a quality burrito in almost every place we visit (Jessica is more of a Fish Taco kind of gal, but she enjoys burritos as well). My love affair began around the age of 18, in the parking lots of Phish shows - where I could find any number of amazing burritos, cooked up on a dirty Coleman stove. I just loved the explosion of flavor (and surprise) that came with each burrito I ate in those years. One of the the first times I visited Asheville for a few days in college, I came across Rio Burrito, a now defunct burrito-specific shop on Biltmore Avenue. I went there all the time, and got to know all the nice folk who worked there. So, I was quite disappointed when they shut it down - so much so that I wrote about it here. But when Mamacitas opened in downtown Asheville in Spring 2004, I was smitten...
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