Thursday, May 19, 2011

I Speak The Language Of Food

As per yesterday's post: For whatever reason I had less shame (lie) taking a picture of this glorious bonboneria in Zona Alta. Did the people in the park sitting close by think it was weird that I was photographing my dessert? Probably yes. Did I care? Very little. Why? Because I was so damn excited to eat the two things I took twenty minutes deciding on (there were a lot of f'ing choices). I'd brought an apple along just in case I got hungry while out on my afternoon adventure to a monastery. Needless to say, that very same apple is still in my bag waiting to be eaten.




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