Late-night taco truck adventures pay off
It was after 9 PM on Isla Mujeres, a lovely little island in Mexico just off the edge of the Yucatan peninsula. I had been in-country for 24 hours. I had finished a dinner hours earlier of panuchos and taquitos but as a traveling woman with a ravenous appetite egged on by much mezcal, I accepted an invitation to search for good street food just before midnight.





























