Well even if you didn't, here it is: octopus salad. Artemis freaked, Nemy cried - and well I lost my appetite. Im just not big on molluscs, no matter which way you slice it. Yianni enjoyed it, however. Good on him.
My afternoon of restorative yoga was all for naught: within 1/2 hour of returing home girls were crazed monkey maniacs - the histrionics lasted until bed time. The yoga, though, three hours passed surprising quickly. Which is unsurprising, actually, given the number of times I nodded off (two, three?).
And everything else fades away as we approach the final countdown to Berlin: new buggy (check), portable pharmacy (check), what else is there?
three hours of yoga? Are you doing a penance or something?
ReplyDeleteThe dish was very artistically arranged but the octopi left me cold. I read an article in the Globe about a woman eating in a restaurant in Korea where she was served live baby octopi on a plate They looked up at her with their little eyes, probably terrified, knowing their fate. ugh!
ReplyDeleteugh! ugh!
please, please post a photo of the three foot alluminum-foil canoe!
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