Erica and I headed to the city for a couple days after Christmas. One day we took a walk down to Casco Viejo with a stop at the renowned fish market on the way. It was pretty huge – like a craft bazaar except the nice old ladies were men with white boots and the crocheted doilies were tuna and shrimp. Erica automatically recognized the scenes from a food network show and we reenacted this with the eating of some delicious ceviche – raw fish, onions, and lemon juice. I wasn’t really a fan before, but I think I fell for it that day!
Turns out our friend was in the hospital with an infection while we were in the city, but we didn’t visit (because we’re bad friends obviously) until our other friends showed up. The nurse on the elevator knew exactly what room we were headed to… 418. You mean to say there aren’t a whole lot of white kids with big backpacks here?!
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