The Olympics

Quinn and I had been married for about a year and a half when we moved from Stuttgart, Germany to Austin , TX.  It was 1992 and we arrived just in time to catch the Barcelona Olympics.  Now, I can't tell you much about what happened during those Olympics, but I remember distinctly two things.

First - best torch lighting ever!

Second - we were staying with one of Quinn's friends from college.  Tony (God, bless him) let us stay at his apartment in San Marcos while we were looking for a place of our own.  While we were watching the Olympics we started to get hungry and decided that one of us should make a run to Taco Cabana.  Quinn and Tony grew up in Texas.  They were both familiar with Mexican cuisine.  Guess who got chosen to go?  Yup - send the white girl with plaid roots to get Mexican food.  Up until this point Chi Chi's was the extent of my knowledge of Mexican food, and they sent me to the place that makes their own tortillas - the staff speaks Spanish - good choice, no?

So, I went.  There was a lot of pointing and I am eternally grateful for the never ending patience of the poor girl working the register.  I managed to bring home some tasty food.  But, in the end, the joke was on Quinn.  He had sent the 20 year-old out for food and I couldn't bring home beer.  Ha!