As I previously mentioned, the breakfast in our home was always amazing. The really odd (in the best way possible) toasted bread, coated in the nicest strawberry jam- and I am NOT typically a jam fan- and a cup of warm Colacao to kick start our day. Many of the other people in our herd of 19 Spanish class members, 2 teachers and Principal, said they'd been having the same for their breakfasts too. Jess said she liked the jam so much that she was going to bring a few jars back to New Zealand. I was not quite THAT devoted, but the jam was good. BREAKFAST= GOOD.
The morning tea was also quite similar, typically because we, as a group, would go down to this yummy German bakery during pausa and buy the same thing everyday: Some sort of apple square or a baked berry cheesecake slice. And if we came across a kiosk, we usually stopped in to stock up on Happy Hippos. SNACK TIME= GOOD.
The thing with Lunch, however, was that not only was one serving fit for my whole family, leaving us temporarily incapacitated- but it was some of the nicest/ weirdest/ most grotesque food I've ever come across.
Take for instance, The tuna salad- simply lettuce, onion, tuna and tomato drenched in olive oil. That was so good, and I still wish I could somehow recreate it, but the olive oil here just isn't the same.
Or the crazy chorizo and lentil concoction. Weird, and yet oddly quite nice as well.
The real shock came on this one day, when we went home for lunch to find a whole deep fried fish sitting in front of us, missing one or both eyes. It was about the length of a pen, with minimal meat on it (that I would have deemed edible, anyway). LUNCH= Yeah nah, I'll pass this time thanks.
After our crazy lunch experience, we actually slept during siesta (ish). I'd spent my morning waiting for the skin around my eyes to retreat to it's normal, deflated and pale state, sending my parents another email, buying myself and my mother matching outrageous necklaces and spiral earrings, and gift shopping for others. The group of us also conveniently came across a T-shirt printing store (in Vejer?...Oh yup. I wonder how much business they get) and thought it would be the perfect opportunity to get a group shirt as memorabilia. We chose yellow with red writing 'España 08' on the front and our last names on the back. With the exception of Justin, who liked his middle name better and put that on the back instead. Me so excite!
Feeling re-energized from our sleep, we looked out from our balcony and were pleasantly surprised to see that the whole of freaken Andalucia decided to come to Vejer for the night. It's unusual to see a new face in a place as small as Vejer (especially doing as much running around as Jess and I had been), but the streets were packed with people I'd never seen before- nor could I have explained where the mass hoards came from. It was a Friday- everyone was in their best gear. We went for a wander through the groups, and found our Local friends! Plus a couple of other new faces, including a boy named David who could speak good English. It was fun to hang out with them again. We took a picture with them as a group but I have no idea where that picture has gone... It might have been on Ellie's camera, which unfortunately never made it back to New Zealand...
Then after some time we made our way down to the park to meet up with the boys, who had bought a few packs of 'Kaz'- the Spanish version of Fanta. For some reason we thought it would be funny to take 'drunken' photos of each other drinking the Kaz, substituted for beer and pretending to throw up and trip over, etc. Hmmm... how cool are we =)
Dinner that night was sausages, eggs and chips. Sound familiar? I wasn't really getting a feel for the Spanish cuisine in that dish =) or the ham and plastic-y cheese toasted sammies. I love Pepita and all, but, in the nicest way possible, Pepitas culinary skills were a bit of a gamble at times. DINNER= CONFLICT OF INTERESTS
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