After the spa, we were straving and if you have been around Phyllis and me, you know our thoughts run along Mexican Food all the time.

We actually walked the length of Main Street to a restaurant called Central Park Fusion.  We even had to stop and asked direction; however, they failed to tell us it was not open for lunch.

On the way back we came across “Rolando’s” nueavo Latino fare.  This is where the Faded Rose use to be.  We ordered guacamole, and yes those tortilla chips are pumpkin orange and their roasted corn and black bean salsa was wonderful.    We split a shrimp dish that had a beautiful sauce served with rice and black beans.

So, I needed to use the girl’s room and got to the back of the restaurant to fine they had named it after me!  I’m taking this as a sign that we were suppose to be there….right!

Actually, the owner’s names are Rolando and Sherri.  The guy’s room is Rolando and the of course the girl’s room should be Sherri’s.

We walked on down main street in and out of the little shops, avoiding the “Duck Boat” ride.  Our parking meter had 5 minutes left on it when we got back to it, so we jumped in and made a trip down to where else but Hobby Lobby!

Coming back to town Phyllis (out of the corner of her eye) spied a Scrapbook store.  So what else would two girl’s do but turn that car around and weave back through the traffic to see what they had to offer.   Hmmm, yep you’ll get to see more of that tomorrow.