Uno más, por favor. I asked for another cocktail as I excitedly spooned the remaining bits of guacamole into my mouth. We had just arrived in Playa Del Carmen and were seated at a three person table at El Fagon, the most famous and authentic taco establishment in town. In the evenings, lines circle the block at this place. We were lucky to get a seat. I had just finished ordering my soon-to-be favorite, sirloin con queso, in Spanish. “You know, she does speak English,” my brother mentioned as I slowly formulated the words to explain my food allergies. The waitress laughed as I explained my desire to practice and she stayed with me, bless her heart. There was so much to see, even…