Quesadillas on the beach in Sayulita, Mexico. Shrimp quesadillas to be exact. I have never tasted a quesadilla so scrumptious. Was it the sweet local shrimp? The light ocean breeze? Sitting under a beach umbrella that was filtering the sun upon our heads? Our toes in the sand? No matter, believe me, those quesadillas were better than good.
Looking at the alphabet, one letter a week from frizztext http://flickrcomments.wordpress.com/2012/10/23/story-challenge-letter-q/