Hola!!!
Vale...I have a short time to concive this message unto you! I am very excited for Valencia, I got a bathing suit a couple days ago. Marina´s mom was very set on finding me one. It was very funny. I did not mind waiting untill later on in the week or the next weekend, but no. She took me to look for one on saturday and sunday. The "obsesion" does not stop there. We did not just go to one store and look and say " awe too bad, lets go home and eat," (for I was starving). We went to like 3 different stores and it felt like we drove all over the city, but then we found a nice one for a resonable price. I am against buying 50 dollar bathing suits...however there was this one that was really cute and i really liked for 50 dollars. Luckily i stuck to my guns!!
Alright, now I have a story about a pig. There was a pig. This pig was murdered by his farmer. A tapa (bar) bought this pig and cooked it. When my family and I went to this tapa, they ordered some of this pig. After a few minutes the pig was put infront of us cut up nicely and warmed up hot. So everyone looked at me and said "quieres?" (do you want some?) and being the polite person I am, I tried it. (Marina´s Aunt and Uncle were there.) All eyes on me I quickly grabbed a piece and bit unknowingly into it. Being in a rush to please the people around me I had not taken time to notice that one side of my piece had the skin and hair still on it only attached by fat (or it was bone or something, i do not know, all i know is that it was very cruntchy and gross). I had also bitten right into fat. As i chewed the crunchy, fatty mess in my mouth I stared at the plate...the other pieces of meat on it had side with skin and fur on it. Coming to the relization of what I was eating I looked up, not wanting to stare and the meat infront of me, to see everyones eyes still on me. "Bueno," said I hoping to turn the attention else where. They all went about their conversation and drinking but i did not know how to discretly dispose of the pig gross in my mouth. I swollowed only to look at the reast of the meat it my hand. I quickly strugled to get the rest of my piece down before chugging the rest of my coke. The End.
How´d you like that? I miss my parents cooking so much, more then than ever before. It was a very good growing experiance.
Have a good day, watch what you eat.
Coming...the next time I am on a computer...My jammon story!!
--Aymie--
2 comments:
That's hillarious! you should watch HOW people eat things before you do!! Glad to know you are settling in though before you know it you'll be a Spaniard!
By the way there are a few people that you might not know that I gave your blog address to and they might post comments just so you know.
Things are good here we miss you. We miss your cooking to!! Love you!
I would have had a tough time with that one Aymie! You're much nicer than I would have been!
On another note...you need to change the font so I can read what you write! Let me know if you need help with that
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