In case anyone was worried, I managed to get myself out of my rut just by talking about it, and am now doing much better.
The second best place in town put a sign in their window that they are looking for help in the kitchen. I didn't get a yes come work with us on Friday when I went to talk to the owner, but I'm going to try again tomorrow. I need to convince them that it won't hurt them or bother them for me to work there for the next week before we leave on Tuesday, since they are really looking for someone to help through the busy season of July and August. Part of the reason that they are looking for help is that one of their daughters who works in the kitchen and as a waitress is looking to move to New York, so she was really excited to talk to me, but it might have hurt me a little bit in the eyes of her father.
So, an update on our antics from this weekend.
Friday night was once again rib night except that they didn't have ribs, instead they had grilled sardines. They were just sprinkled with a generous amount of salt and thrown on the grill whole, they hadn't been cleaned at all, and they were delicious. I probably ate 6 sardines.
Saturday we did an all day cookout with our hosts in a public picnic area right by the beach. In case you were wondering, the rumors are true, Spaniards drink their wine with Coca Cola (that is, when they drink wine instead of beer). The trick is to do one part wine with 2 or 3 parts coke. It basically makes it like a lambrusco, very sweet and bubbly. They were drinking cases of house made wine bought from the illegal wine restaurants that we went to last weekend (then the wine was cut with club soda instead of coke). Young red wines apparently need something to make them drinkable. For food we had pork ribs, beef ribs, chicken and empanadas (there were zero vegetables). I'm convinced that the meat here really is just tastier than the meat in the US, everything was so fatty and tender and amazing. And for our evening meal (it was a 2 meal cookout), one of the guys put on his wet suit and went diving for razor clams. He probably brought up 4 pounds of razor clams and they went directly on the grill, and then were doused in lemon juice. There are few things as tasty as seafood that fresh, it was mind-blowing. Matthew and I went swimming in the freezing cold water, and then took a nap on the beach. All in all, it was a pretty amazing day. But we were just getting started....
We were dropped off at home at about 10:45, and told that we would be picked up at midnight again, we were going clubbing. So we showered and dressed nicely (we figured better over than underdressed). Of course we were overdressed, but oh well. At midnight on the dot we got picked up, and we headed over to the bar that has the friday night ribs. I was surprised, but thought maybe that it just turned itself into a club on Saturday nights. Oh no, I was wrong, that was just our meeting place. The rest of our group didn't arrive until 12:30, and then everyone had a round of drinks. We didn't head out until shortly after 1, and we were headed for Boiro. Apparently, last night was the biggest clubbing night of the year because exams ended this week for university students. We went to 4 different clubs. Matthew and I had an over/under bet that we would be home by 4:10. We have rarely been so wrong on over/under bets. We were still at bar #3 at 4:10. The sun was coming up when we finally made it home at 5:34. And we were the first car in our group of 3 cars to head home. At 3 of the places, I felt like I had trouble breathing and my eyes were burning because there was so much tobacco smoke (laced with a smidgeon of marijuana smoke) in the air. Other than saying it was a shit show of a night, I don't really think I can adequately describe it. Oh and we heard Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" 4 times over the course of the night. Today, Matthew and I slept until 1:30, went out to eat, and then came back home and took a 2 hour siesta, and we still don't feel totally recovered. And we reeked of smoke, it felt so gross. (Sorry that this paragraph rambles, it was a rambling kind of night).
But the Brazil vs. Ivory coast game is starting downstairs, which means it is time for me to sign off and go watch a soccer game.
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Vegies are over-rated when you have great meats!
ReplyDeleteYou've set high expectations for your visitors next month, though only Mom can do the 5 am in the morning shift - she practiced with the cousins last weekend.
You'll probably find work for 10 hours a day in San Sebastian, given that you are having company!