I Googled that and couldn't find a thing. But I know I saw it in a newspaper.
EDIT: I stand corrected. I did a search on Bing for "Nuevo Laredo", and in the Spanish language WikiPedia article, it refers to "La ciudad de Nuevo Laredo cuenta con un aeropuerto llamado Aeropuerto Internacional Quetzalcóatl que le da servicio a los neolaredenses.
My vision may have been distorted by the heat when I glanced down at the newspaper.
Well, in some places people never agree on what the residents should be called. But to follow up on the French strangeness of some of these names, residents of the Parisian suburb of Créteil are called Cristoliens, which is sort of recognizeable, but if you live in the Parisian district of Saint Germain des Prés, you are a Germanopratin, which would be a lot harder to guess.
I walked past the place 4 times because I was looking for something else, but the 5th time I walked into La Grande Muraille de Chine (The Great Wall of China) mostly because it was next door to my hotel. Time was running out and I was on a schedule. I ordered the Thai meal, considerably more than I would normally spend in Paris, but since I will be getting a full refund of my train ticket, it seemed like a good reason to splurge. The Thai menu promised/warned "all dishes are spicy."
I got the beef salad to start. As is always the case in the provinces, the beef had been cooked and was just barely pink. I guess they got tired of having the proper raw beef version sent back in horror. I followed up with prawns and basil on a hot plate, accompanied by fried Thai red rice. The hot plate was so hot that the sizzling made a racket throughout the entire restaurant and everybody turned to see what it could possibly be.
It was all quite good but not nearly as spicy as it should have been -- but I knew that in advance. I washed it down with a demi pichet (50cl) of chilled rosé.
The minutes were running out. T-10 then T-5 and there was still a dessert to eat. I had strawberry and vanilla ice cream, which I inhaled. T-2. I walked to the bar counter and paid, went to my hotel next door and was in my room just as the match started. But France has still not scored against Honduras.
Well, of course such a place wouldn't have really spicy food, or extremely rare beef. What town were you in? I'm glad that it was decent anyway. Didn't sound bad.
Well, France won.
In French, those names of inhabitants of a lieu are called gentilés. For some reason, they want me to be a "Rosemontoise", and yet, I don't live in that sector of my arrondissement. La Petite Italie is part of La Petite Patrie, the western part of the arrondissement. It is very different in character from Rosemont.
En algunos casos, para referirse a los nacidos en un lugar, se usa un hipocorístico —una designación cariñosa— que no sustituye al gentilicio. Por ejemplo, a los del Puerto de Veracruz (México) se les dice jarochos. Algunas de estas denominaciones tenían, originalmente, ánimo peyorativo, como es el caso de los oaxaqueños que en ocasiones se sustituye por oaxacos o el de que a los de la Ciudad de México se les decía chilangos o defeños en vez de capitalinos; pero, con el tiempo, la denominación adquire calidad de nombre amistoso, que incluso usan los propios habitantes del lugar en tono jocoso. No solo es un caso de México, también en otros países sucede lo mismo, como los habitantes de Costa Rica que en vez de decirse costarricenses, se les dice ticos; los de Madrid, a los que se llama gatos; o el de los habitantes de Bogotá, a quienes se llama cachacos de manera informal en vez de bogotanos.
In English, they are simply Demonyms, though I've never heard that in everyday speech.
On Saturday I went on an outing with the association I go to gym classes with. Normally I avoid group things but decided to go because the destination was a village in the Corbières I had wanted to visit for a while. After an 11-km hike, we went to a restaurant: the waiters greeted us with a glass of local apéritif wine, which was good.
First course was a slice of foie gras, but mi-cuit, meaning it was a bit softer than usual, sprinkled with leek sprouts (seeds that had sprouted).
Main course was pavé d'agneau de 7 heures. A thick piece of lamb that had cooked for 7 hours, so it was very tender, almost with a consistency of beef. It was not really big and rested on a bed of onions (confit d'oignons) on a round piece of toast. Also sprinkled with some unidentified sprouted seeds, but not the same ones.
Dessert was a piece of cake with strawberries, cream and a coulis of red fruits.
White, rosé and red wines to drink and coffee to end. All very tasty, small portions so you didn't feel too full afterwards, and very nicely presented. No idea of the usual price -- it was included in the price of the outing.
On the way home from shopping in Pátzcuaro, we stopped for comida at the venerable roadside restaurant, El Camino Real. The fixed price lunch is $70, and includes a choice of soup, carbs dish, main course. It used to include a small dessert, but that wasn't included today, and frankly, we didn't miss it.
We began with Consomé de Pollo, which was o.k. but a bit weak; then Sra. Cuevas had a little plate of macarones con queso (not baked). I had some nice rice with a little mole. Sra. C. Then she had a nice plate of Filete de Pescado en Salsa con Nopales y Frijoles (she skipped the beans), and I had a delicious Pollo en Salsa de Ciruela con Puré de Papas.
With the meal came a bowl of El Camino's signature pickled vegetables. We eat the carrots, onions and cauliflorets, if present, and leave the chile perón slices alone. Also came some pretty good bread rolls, and hot tortillas with the meal.
Our main courses were not by any means the only choices. I'd guess that there were about 10 main course options, including Camarones a la Diabla. Despite a few weak spots, it was a very satisfactory meal, and we were pleased that we'd dined there.
Oh, we had an interpersonal crisis yesterday centred on the car, so we had a tense drive from Vancouver to Whidbey Island. Stopped at a roadside diner. He had a burger, salad and half of my fries. I had the fish and chip basket. Water. Just over $20. Adequate.
Last night some friends and I went out to a local Japanese restaurant, Kingyo Izakaya. Not a sushi place but more of a tavern. Sapporo, of course. We had sea bream sashimi, seared duck breast (we ordered two of those) tan tan noodles, deep fried cauliflower and some tuna. It was delicious. It's a great restaurant because it's full of Japanese and it's very, very noisy and bustling. They tell you you can have your table for two hours, not a moment longer. I think it came out to about $40 a person.
Last restaurant meal was good but nothing stunning. I had the crêpe (Bánh xèo); my friend had a sizzling fish dish. We had a papaya salad with hot peppers. I'll have to learn to make the Bánh xèo, as it is tasty and would be cheap to make. But we were mostly chatting, as she had spent two months in Cuba, and drinking rosé wine. The little neighbourhood restaurant is a bring your own wine, which is important given how overpriced wine is here and how much Québécois love it.
I am in Siracusa right now, on the isle of Ortygia which is relentlessly touristy. Despite my misgivings because of that, I've had two excellent meals here. Last night's was an orange & red onion salad followed by spaghetti with tiny tomatoes and grated tuna roe.
I better move, for more affordable restaurants. Yesterday's meal (four [smallish] courses) including a glass of prosecco each and three glasses (total) of excellent Sicilian wine, the total came to 135 euro. Which, in fact, isn't too bad for what we got. Eating out has become pretty expensive in Belgium. We will have to cut back on eating out after we retire (maybe next year).
I had to gulp when I read the amount of your bill, Amboseli.
My meal last night came to @20 Euro -- 6 for the salad, 10 for the pasta, & the rest for the 1/2 liter of wine & the 1.50 coperta. The coperta is a shameless cover charge apparently common all over Italy.
I have to fume in my cheap-ass way for paying so much for pasta, although that's about the going rate both in the US & Mexico.
Today I walked across the bridge from self-consciously adorable Ortygia into Siracusa. I ate at a "self-service" place & was delighted. It features all kinds of already prepared foods at room temperature, the way God meant food to be eaten. I pointed & wound up with a plate with a giant mound of spinach, ditto green beans & potatoes, and some breaded zucchini and eggplant. It was all perfectly seasoned & fragrant with olive oil. I also had a bottle of fizzy water. The sweet kid serving had told me that a plate of various foods would be 5 euro, so I wasn't surprised by the 6 euro final bill. However, as I was scrabbling my money out of my coin purse, he pointed at a five-euro bill & said "that's enough". I looked surprised & showed him I had a one-euro coin, but he said, "For you, 5 euros." Gratuitous kindness -- it can uplift ones whole day!
We traveled all over Sicily. In 2006 we 'did' the eastern half, in 2013 the western half. Where else in Sicily will you be? If you get the chance, visit some less known towns such as Sciacca in the south. My favourite spot, though, is Trapani. And Cefalù on the northcoast, where my sister lives six months a year.
Ohhhhhhh ~~ had I but known!!! Amboseli, I started my stint here in Cefalù. The reason for that was because it's the town all my maternal great-grandparents immigrated from at the end of the 1800s. I was enormously fortunate to get connected with cousins who are still there, making it a high point of the trip. I went from Cefalù to Trapani, then Trapani to Palermo. From Palermo I took the train diagonally across the country to Siracusa, where I am now. This is my last stop in Sicily & I'm not enjoying it much since I've felt sick since my arrival on the 28th. I bought some 20 euro mystery medicine this afternoon, which must be great stuff since I already feel better & I haven't taken any yet.
That's a great trip that you are making! And, wow!, connecting with relatives must indeed be the highlight of your trip. I hope you'll feel better soon so that you can enjoy your last days in Siracusa (and maybe see Noto, if you have time). Nothing so miserable than being sick on holiday.