Chatting with a young woman in a Tijuana club one day, I happened to mention that I had to go to Kentucky on business the following week. Her eyes lit up, and she said that in her home town, Guadalajara, there was a restaurant that served food from Kentucky… “Yes, they serve fried chicken,” she said with a sincere look on her face. It was a struggle, but I didn’t laugh… This photo is from Villa Hermosa.