Waiting for the bus back from the beach in Veracruz (not the best beach we’ve seen, but hey … the ocean) I couldn’t resist, and had to try the raspado — shaved ice — on offer from the two bicycle stands next to the bus stop. The neatly written displays got me. And the names of the raspados – one was called Diablito – was too much for me to deny myself. I asked what was in the Diablito before I ordered, as to create the illusion that I was still making up my mind. Tamarindo, lime, and chili. Yum.
