Life has been boring around here. Ana has been knocking at restaurant doors, while I've been banging my head against this article project. Sooner or later, one of us will break through and do something worth celebrating, and we'll go celebrate, but in the meantime, it's been a rainy week.
That's not to say it's been a bad one, of course. Even gray, our coastal town is beautiful, and we made a great gumbo-esque seafood soup. There's no spice in food here (since everything comes straight either from the farm or the ocean), so we had to use five or six different types of pepper along with garlic and chorizo to get any kick to it all, but it's been a filling three meals, with one more in our refrigerator. (Ana and I have come to two more serious relationship issues, though. She likes to have soups thin enough to sip through a coffee stirrer, while I prefer to be able to eat them with a fork. And she prefers red grapes. I find this horrifying.)
It's another rib night tonight, so I'm warming up my Spanish. I'm fluent, so long as people only ask me how I'm doing.
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