PULPO

ohhhh my gosh. so i told some of you about my "pulpo" story early last week. a brief rundown is that Carmen pulled out a massive, raw octopus from the fridge, put it in the sink, and started preparing it for dinner that weekend, all 8 legs flopping around, tentacles and ink and all. she laughed when she saw my absolutely disgusted face. well she prepared it for the weekend because i wouldnt be there (she doesnt ever make fish even though she loves it, because she knows i dont like it. apparently pulpo (octopus) is her favorite.) but had some left overs for when i got home tonight to go along with the pasta. great combo, first off.

but back to what im trying to say through all the rambling... I ATE OCTOPUS! and it wasnt terrible once i got passed the idea that a/ i was easting octupus and b/it had little sucker things on it still. she prepared it with peppers and onions so it didnt taste completely like fish. it was pink, too. apparently when you poil octopus in water, it turns pink, fun fact!

Santander was beautiful! we fit 4 people in a 2 person hotel room to save on money. it was trashed when we left. teh beach was HA-MAZING. many women do not where their tops at the beach. i was wondering why no one had tan lines!

the mountains were remarkable, too.