Yesterday I went to the Latino festival downtown. Its origin was at Fourth and Spruce, and encompassed the parking lot where kids’ putt-putt is sometimes set up, plus in front of the Stevens Center. You had to pay $2 to get in to the stages: one stage was where musicians performed, and the other was for traditional dancing. You didn’t have to pay to go to the food vendors, who were set up on Spruce down behind the Sawtooth Center’s fancy city park.
I ate a mango on a stick. The vendor, who sold me the mango, said I could choose my own toppings. The toppings included salt, chili powder, and a strange pink paste that probably had dairy in it. I added a little salt to the mango. A mango on a stick is actually kind of heavy, and it’s messy, but it was my best vegan option and I’d eat it again.
I went to the “Spanish Conversation” group last Wednesday night, at the language center downtown where the restaurant “Cat’s Corner” is. I had a good time practicing my Spanish, which I’ve had no call to use since college. The teacher, Luigi, was also the MC for the Latino festival.
