I remembered the time, when for my 30th birthday, I treated myself to a solo trip around Mexico. In a place called Mazunte, I found a little open-air cafe, up the road from the beach, where I had my first taste of Bombas, fruit smoothies with added nuts/raisins/cereals. Totally delicious.
This cafe was owned by an American girl, in her 20s. She was there this day with her friend. She had described on the menu how she fell in love with Bombas when in Mexico City, and decided to open this cafe, down there, on the Pacific Coast.
Oh, if you could have seen these girls. Smiling, vital, surfer girl hair, tanned. Pure life.
A little while later, as I sat on the beach just before sunset, they came running to the shore, where they threw off all their clothes and splashed into the water whooping and laughing.
They didn't even see me there, watching and wondering how they got to be like that. A life of beaches and bombas. So free and joyful. Wondering at how different they were to me. I wanted to be like them.
I guess I still do.
PS: Here's a description of how to make them whatscookingmexico