FOOD CART, SHMOOD CART, STREET FOOD, SHMEET FOOD!

After putting together my own food cart,( the artist formally known as PŪPŪS), and working for dear friends over at SPORK, I have a liking for Street Food. I nice looking, well crafted little businesses, serving tasty eats. Well after being a Mexico for 1 month, I am reminded of how awesome it is to use all your resources in order to best suit your situation. The have been selling street food, street drinks, street whatever you can imagine for as long as you can imagine. And they are doing this in amazing fashion. Whatever, whenever, however. Every kind of bicycle, tri-cycle, scooter, wagon, shack, ice chest, baking pan on head, you name it. The one similarity.....TASTY! Everything has been sooooooo good. The crazier looking the vendor, and the wackier looking the contraption they are selling out of, the better is has been. I understand it's 2 different places, 2 different economies, to different cultures, but it makes me wish we could just slang home made treats in any fashion we wanted. I bought a donut off a lady on the beach last night that cruising with a baking sheet on her head full of them. That lady has ZERO OVERHEAD, except the donuts on her head! HA! We put a lot of work into PŪPŪS, and sold it fornanchange of lifestyle. But if I was to do it all over again, I think I would have done it different. It cost roughly $10,000 from start to finish. With less than $1,000 being permitting and fees, it was all equipment and product. Instead, 5 bad ass tricycle, wagon, trailer, contraptions. Put $2,000 into each one, and have a miny franchise right off the bat. I know it's not just that easy, but a thought. It would be amazing to give one ofbtheses street vendors $9,000 to open a new concession stand, and see what they came up with? I have been meaning to get a bunch of photos of these creations, so stay tuned for those. My mind is definitely thinking a lot more simple, which is why I took this journey. Adapting so far is not tough, its the part where I think about all the crap I stored back home that I don't need. I live in swimtrunks, rotate through 4-5 shirts and tank tops, and have worn shoes only to go for a run. It stills feels like vacation a little bit, because I haven't workednin over a month. We should both be starting work November 1, in Mal Pais, so that will feel good. The Welsh clan and Grandma Yettie Monster arrive tomorrow morning. Can't wait to see them!