The Cienfuegos, or as I like to call it: 100Flames trip, was actually a lot of fun. Of course, after Killahoe/Matanzas I was expecting the worst so I made sure to pack 2 bottles of wine and a litre of rum. Needless to say all said materials were used. However, they weren't use for basic survival as they were at Killahoe/Matanzas, they were actually used for fun. Granted, the first half of 100Flames, when we went around to Saint Barabara knows how many secret organizations a bottle of wine or two could have gone a long way but we trucked through it. When we were given our free time we had a semi-charlie's angels mission where we hid from what would later be referred to as a leaky twat, pardon my criolle. The leakiness, not so much fun, but the running sure was a hoot and a half. However we all ended up on the same dock, fortunately for us we had a rum box, on the unfortunate side rum boxes don't last as long as they should. Regardless, we had a good time. One of the best parts of 100Flames was lunch, obviously I'd go there. We had Dino's pizza for lunch and chyle I coulda died from the excitement. We were offered BOTH pizza and Spaghetti so you know this hoe was content. Meg, thankfully asked if she could get some veggies on her pizza instead of the spaghettis and they retorted "Sure!", in more awkward stares than words. A few of us ended up getting the same thing which was nothing like wearing the same dress as your frenemy to prom, in fact it was more like getting pregnat at the same time as your frenemy and then discovering that it was by the same vato loco and then bonding over the lice and deceit. In other words, the pizza was damn tasty.
So earlier when I was typing this blog i had decided that I was still full from last night and chose to abstain from breakfast (even though I was already an hour late) but then my inner fat girl woke up and I just can't say no to her.
I'm really sad about the lack of fruit for breakfast but there is nothing anyone can do about it. The hurricanes have destroyed many of the crops where the fruits grow so we can't blame anyone besides mother Nature. And she's getting it good with global warming. It must be the menopause.
Everything we do in Cuba revolves around food. When we are eating lunch we usually talk about all the food we'd like to be eating or all the food we will eat upon returning to the states. We then begin to talk about dinner possibilities and drool over that as we eat our measly (but delicious) ham sandwiches. There are so many things i can't wait to get back to: hummus, CHEESE, salads, pizza (even though we eat it almost everyday), condiments!! Ay mi vida. The best thing is that everyone on the trip has an inner fat girl, some more than others. This common love of food helps us bond better than cheese does to toast in a grilled cheese. Mmm.
One more thing about food (for now), I will most certainly miss Milady's cooking. She made us Ropa Vieja tonight and it shut dinner down. Also, Gerard came over for dinner and waited until after we had all finished devouring the table to tell us that no Cuban eats like we eat here. Which we had already figured but to eat so voraciously in front of one made us all feel bad. He told us that Cubans don't really have this notion of using milk in desserts, like Arroz con Leche. I think it's messed up that CASA seems to hide what life is like for a real Cuban and the fact that they ration so much food for us. Milady told me that if she actually made the amount of food that was rationed out for every student there would be rice for days! I think one of the major reasons why we eat so much is the fact that we are never really satisfied until we eat dinner. All day we dream/talk/think about the food we'd like to have and how nothing here tastes like anything we're used to and so when we get a feast at dinner of food that actually tastes really good we throw on our eating pants and stuff ourselves silly. As Chauncy's people would say: oy vey.
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