Fish Tacos!

Fish tacos. Before I would tell you that I would never go near them. Nasty. Gross. Why would you ever mix fish and tacos. But now I am craving a fish taco so so so bad.

In March right before I left for South Africa, my class had been through a rough time. And this one day in particular was just fuzzy about what was going on, it was kind of a relaxing day and I remember talking with my  students and my CT about food. At one point Jack asked us if we had ever had fish tacos and both my CT and I looked at him with a disgusted face. Eww no! But his face lit up, fish tacos are so good! You have to try them. We were lining up for lunch and he continued to talk to his friends. Before I left that day I heard him say, "my sister loved fish tacos." Break my heart-he had just lost his sister a few weeks prior unexpectedly. We had a little hug out and I rubbed his back, wishing him a good rest of the day.

In the back of my mind I knew it was a good thing he was remembering his sister like that. And really there was a smile that came across his face for a quick minute.

That weekend Laura, Kristen and I were out and decided to head to On the Border for dinner. It was a Friday during Lent so I was limited to what I could get. On the menu was fish tacos, and I wanted to bad to try them for Jack. Laura told me she would get them and I could try them, so I got something else delicious. When I tried the fish tacos all  my previous ideas were gone. DELICIOUS!

I went to school on Monday was so excited to tell Jack about my fish taco experience. He was quiet proud and we then again began talking about fish tacos and his sister. And how I should try other fish tacos soon. It was a sweet interaction between my student and I that I will never forget. And every time I eat a fish taco now I will think about Jack and Shelby.