It was Lauren´s birthday! But I didn´t call her or anything. And now she´s going to go spend the summer with Fish and Jade and not me. Oh well.
This weekend was more like the old Spain. I went out to dinner and dancing, came home at 5 in the morning, got up early the next day and saw Lleida and Sorrós, the hometown of Isabel. About 21 of us went to lunch and everybody ate caracoles (snails) except me. Why? Because they look gross. That´s why. Also everybody told dirty jokes. It was lovely.
These are some previous snailing activities held here at the house. They are very popular. And expensive, apparently. which is silly because there are tons just crawling around. I also find it funny that after you catch them you have to scare them, and then let them sit for a few days so they poop all their poop. Nobody, however, could give me a good explanation as to how you scare a snail. (p.s. the uppermost foto (except for the text bubbles, which were added by yours truly) is by someone named Cornelia O´Donovan)
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The perfect spot to eat snails is by the river, with a beer in one hand and a toothpick in the other. Forget that. You need one hand to pick up the actual snail. To make it more fun, eating snails in a tourist packed cafe or restaurant is ideal to gross them out, watch them turn green and head quickly for the restrooms :-)))
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