As I gazed at her, I realized that I had found my muse.  At last, the woman who could inspire a lifetime of poetry and art.  Writer's block and artist's cramp would forever be banished from my existence.  Creativity would blossom in my heart like zebra mussels in Lake Superior.  

I asked her name.

"Armadilla."

Armadilla.

What a woman.  I felt an urge, a creative urge, coming over me.  I had to create something to honor her beauty.  I remembered the hotel banned the use of heat guns in rooms, so tortillas were out of the question.  I had to think of something else.  Something like...of course, a tostada!