No Existe Lechuza???!!!??!!?!

Friday started with the familiar song and dance with relatively little consequential action until the evening study. We met at the church and talked about the life of Jesus. I tried to emphasize the different ways a person can interpret the life of Jesus. King, Prophet, Teacher, Son of God, Son of Man (human), Israel. We talked about various instances in his life where it is abundantly evident that he acted out of these various identities. I think everyone (including myself) really appreciated the study.
Afterward, Mike, Jose, Kimb and I went for tacos at a stand called Lechuza. In trying to determine an appropriate translation for Lechuza we were confronted with the fact that it was a type of owl and that is all we know. Mike became quite concerned during the process as he exclaimed with wide eyed surprise/amazement/incredulity/disbelief, "No existe Lechuza?" I have never seen anyone so concerned about the American existence of a type of owl. He is studying law but with such passion he may involve himself in animal rights over human rights. After assuring him that I was certain they exist (though who who really knows (shameless I know)), we moved on to ordering. We quickly decided that the 2.2 pounds of pork meat would work for the 4 of us (yeah they sell it by the kilo). They gave us a veritable smorgasbord of tortillas and we feasted, and feasted and feasted. Dad, I was wearing those pants of yours from the early 80's (you know narrow leg, striped and tight); well it was tough standing up afterward, it was tough staying put in the seat, it was just difficult to contain myself after 3/4 of a pound of edibles had just entered my internals. They asked the waiter for a gurney and they rolled me out of there into the street.
We wobbled down the road (down hill thankfully), crossing traffic, trying not to get so close to the buses and trucks as to suck them into me by my newly gained gravitational force. In the thousands of years of catholic dominance in this region, I was the victor; I was Critical Mass.
Lulu and Miguel, Jose, Kimb and I loaded into the car and skirted over the mud-drenched road(?) to our house. We said goodbyes and see-you-laters, and squeezed through the 4 foot-wide space of the entry into the house. I made it to bed, trying not to move so as to avoid giving myself a hernia from eating so much.