It is sometimes an advantage not to quite understand the food culture of a place. At around eleven o'clock last night, Ana and I found a vendor out on the plaza selling bags of hard donuts.
I'm not sure if this thing is stale or if it's supposed to taste like a biscotti, but I'm very happily dipping it in my coffee as I wait for the world and my brain to wake up.
-Matthew
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