Que esta en mi estomago.

What is in my stomach:

• more fish bones than I have ever before ingested. They fry almost the whole fish, and then with one swift flick of the wrist they lift the all of the bones out with their fork. I guess I just don't have the manual dexterity of a Spaniard. I feel like a monkey trying to pick through and eat between all of the bones. They also eat the skin which surprised me, but the crunch helps mask all the itty bitty bones I'm eating.
• a variety of new and foreign meats. I have eaten a lot of new meats, mostly in the form of sausage. They definitely have a different flavor, but none of them are bad. I especially like albondigas, which are some meatballs my host mom made for me, over rice. In the picture, the sausage doesn't have a tumor, it's a beret, because it's foreign....
• mandarin oranges. Spanish people are very healthy and eat fresh fruits and vegetables every meal. They always offer fruit after you are finished eating. I have had so many oranges so far. After dinner, sometimes they offer dessert or postre, so then I get excited because Spain is famous for it's churros and hot chocolate, and pastries. However, by dessert they mean, hot milk, yogurt and honey, or more fruit. In my stomach the oranges are so happy they are considered dessert that they are wearing party hats and beauty queen sashes proclaiming them, "postre."

That's all for now. My Spanish is getting better, and my vocabulary is growing most especially in the food department. For example the word for juice is zumo, pronounced like sumo wrestlers, but with a soft th. They don't use the word jugo which is what I learned, and will not understand you if you don't use the theta (much to the dismay of all of my friends who served in South and Central America who encouraged me not to use such lispy nonsense). Thanks again for love and prayers. I miss you all.