fish hooks and nata (random weekend events)

i went on a field trip with my oceanography class. and i just want to say that it was ridiculous. we went to a little fishing town called palamos down the coast and watched fishermen and talked about their equipment, and then watched the fish auction where they sell the fish, and went to a crazy museum (where the gift shop floor was made up of pictures of bins of fish, it was gross

and about spanish fish markets. there is no modest about them, anywhere. heads are left on, and they stare at you from their ice filled buckets. and the shrimp and snails and crabs crawl around on everything. sometimes they arent even in their own bucket. its a big blob of seafood. and when you want some salmon, or some of a very large fish but not all of it, they bring out the hugest knife you have ever seen and slab it up right there in front of you while you listen to the tearing of flesh. (and the sad thing is that i used to actually like seafood) sometimes the fish even still have hooks in their mouths.


ok, and now i am done with my ranting...some more interesting things i learned that weekend

1)whiskey can actually be involved in an amazingly girly
2)you can never have enough goat cheese in your life (i think i already knew that, but i just keep being reminded of it)

vocab lesson: nata= whipped cream, ron=rum, espuma=amazing (well, actually it means foam, but whatever)
speaking of espuma, tessa, emma, and i went to the amazing restaurant down the street that is only open on the weekends and i got mousse de chocolate con espuma de ron (chocolate moose with rum flavoured whipped cream!). it was so amazingly perfect. we also got a pitcher of sangria de cava, and then emma and tessa decided they werent going to drink. since when did i become the big drinker of the group? i mean, i am the one that plays pong and gives my partner all of my beer. it was a bad situation.