A couple days ago for lunch I had the worst experience with food ever. They served us an entire plate of peas and big long things. I took a bite and almost died. It was octopus. I was determined to pretend like I liked it, and eat the whole thing, but after two more bites the gag reflex just about choked me to death. When I think about trying to eat it, it makes me want to cry. I had to tell them that I couldn´t eat it, and they seemed so sad, almost angry, that I didn´t like their food. Kourtney didn´t like it either though, so at least I wasn´t alone. Oh, the thought, the taste. The peas even were soaked in the fishy, octupusy taste.
Oh yeah, Kortney is my roommate, but not really. I was lucky enough to get an individual room, all the more better though, due to all the crap I brought. I´ve already bought 3 pairs of shoes and 2 are boots. I´m afraid the STUFF is going to pile up so much so that I won´t know how to get it all back to the states.
I shall leave with this thought. MMMM, mázapan and churros con chocolate are heaven. Orangy cakes with creme inside and fried lumps of dough dipped in melted chocolate.