Well, proverb of the Spanish people….how right you are.
With my last 2 weeks (ish: I leave the 24th) in America, I have a few things on the “to do” list.
In no particular order,
- Say hasta luego to my friends and family
- pack (awww sh*&#!hhdsohgehoiehioh)
Wow, that was short. Except that the thing that has really been ruling my mind, IS my belly. So mainly my “to do” list is a list of things “to eat”
So I’m an American going to Spain, AND one from the midwest…..
“Quick get me to a McDonald’s and fry me up some butter! yeeehaaww”
Stereotypes: sometimes they are real.
Not that I ever even go to McDonald’s or consistently eat fried chicken, but when it came to putting together my ideas for final meals I guess I realized what an inner fatty I am.
There was a lot of talk of pizza (there is a Leona’s groupon on the line here people), so that’s happening.
Dinner tonight kicked off this tour de gastronomy with some sausage and polenta. A hearty meal perfect for the abruptly quick season of Fall that happened today while I went sans jacket.
Also in the queu: Thai food, Belgian waffles, southwestern stuffed chicken, and greek.
So as the weekend of Emma kicks off Saturday morning with some Hawkeye football, I will be sure to get as many re-fills as possible, load up the ice in my drinks, and make generally poor gastronomic decisions.
Next update will probably concern packing, and the reality of leaving without eating a costco hot dog.
bahahaha, just a joke.