Lunch: Some kind of ravioli with goat cheese, herbs and a pale pink sauce, 2 slices of a baguette
Dinner: Caramel apple with nuts, some Pringles
Snacks: Fruit ice cream, chocolate dipped, several samples of salsa, fruit donut, fruit daiquiri
Today was all non-home food. I think that the caramel apple has done me in, because I can barely stay awake. So, this will be short and sweet...fruit festival pun!
Early day, lots of fun and plenty of butter and fruity olive oil on my bread. The village had several shops dedicated to European countries. One was Irish and I bought truly cool family heraldic things for someone who is not me, some cool toys and name pictures for the babies and a necklace for me, which I promptly deconstructed to free the two elements that I wanted from it. Shortly after that, we saw a sign for daiquiris of the festival fruit, which we had. It was a cool place and we decided to return for lunch, which was amazing, even though the waitperson brought me the wrong thing.
After that we wandered around, visiting shops, sampling an stunning array of salsas (one of which had a delayed effect and left me sweating, a habanero mixture that really was not all that hot to begin), buying small gifts and listening to music. At one area there were musicians that are likely to have little work other than festivals and another area featuring a group that would have kept us sitting and listening for hours, which we did not have.
I really, really wanted an ear of freshly roasted corn, but lunch filled us and ice cream bars freshly dipped in dark chocolate finished us off. So, no corn for me, or anything else for that matter.
When I arrived home, I found that one of my friends had bought a caramel apple and slipped it into my bag. You know, strictly in the spirit of being a good friend, it only made sense to have it for dinner. Now I need a serious nap, and I am guessing that it will be only a few more minutes before I fall asleep. I wonder what my blood sugar level is. Lordy.
It was a nice day. I am glad that I went and I think it might be worth a return next year. And, it involved walking nearly all of the time, like six hours of trekking around. No wonder I am tired.
Another GP heart.
No comments:
Post a Comment