Bananas Meet Graffiti

One of the things I love about being some place tropical is how even on a city street you will come across a Durian tree or Orange tree.  Yesterday I had just left my apartment for the first time and was walking down a steep set of stars when I came upon a great big bunch of green bananas.  Perfect, I think and get out my camera for a little photo shoot.

It took me a while to realize that the graffiti covered wall was ruining the tropical paradise vibe I was going for.

So just as I am about to turn around and shoot them from a different point if view I look more closely at the wall.

Nice: Kill Canadiens.  It's always funny to me that where ever you travel in the world the people who hate you and are most concerned with issue pertaining to preserving their language and culture make sure to write the graffiti they want you to read in the language you will understand.  And usually with a  few, often times funny, spelling mistakes.  Yanquees Go Home I saw once in Spain.  And lots of Anglos go home type stuff in English in Montreal (which is against the law in Quebec - English signs, but I guess OK if you are protesting the damn English!).

Needless to say that I know longer take this stairway.

Here is the picture I was looking for:

  

Speaking of Banana's, Colleen's Breakfast place which used to be at the Swedes Restaurant moved then got displaced and now is homeless!  She makes the most amazing Banana Bread French toast, totally over the top and not at all what you should be eating if you want to be seen on the beach, but just the trick if you are hung over ;-) I hope she finds a place before Neil gets here as he loves her cinnamon bun french toast.

Colleen's Breakfast: Puerto Vallarta

I just posted about my amazing breakfast experience in San Francisco so it's only fair I should post about my favorite one in Puerto Vallarta:  Colleen's Breakfast Cafe.  Colleen is a gal from Edmonton who has moved to Mexico to escape the cold and set up a little breakfast cafe in a restaurant that at night is called The Swedes (a lovely 2 level affair, have drinks upstairs and dinner down, the focus is of course Swedish food, don't ask questions just go, it was one of the best meals of my trip).  Colleen won my heart the first time I met her when she went on a toot about how she hated raisins in her cinnamon rolls.  Neil has been telling me for the 24 years we have been together the same thing, so the first place I took Neil when he arrived was Colleen's where she makes amazing cinnamon roll french toast from her own house with no raisins.

 

Above is the room during the day.  It's one flight up in this cute little building on a hill.
We always sat by the window, leisurely sipping coffee and watching the street come alive as you finish off your last mouthful of banana bread french toast.  Also house made.  My favorite thing at Colleen's were the Chilaquiles.

Below are some not so great pictures taken in the same space at night when it is transformed into The Swedes, where a predominately gay male clientele packs the place.

Swedish Meatballs in Mexico? Try them, you'll like them!