L’hot dog.


Vince eating French hot dog. This meal, I ordered entirely in French. I did pretty well with speaking French during this trip, pulling verbs out of my brain and dusting them off. Not to shabby, I think. French hot dogs are hilarious. They take a baguette and shove them on a stick and make a hole in the middle. Then they squirt catsup into them and then shove the hot dog into the hole.

Living off avacados.


It was pretty hard to feed Edda during the week. We really had no kitchen and since dinner was served at 8 pm, she was pretty much ready for bed then. We had her living on avacados, tofu (which I had brought from the US in hermetically sealed boxes that don’t require refridgerations), bananas and every once in a while, we’d have a meal of scrambled eggs. She was pretty excited to get home and eat other things.