A few nights ago, I ate porcupine. It made my stomach hurt.
The next night, a Marine took Natalie and me to a very posh restaurant where I was ecstatic to find Four Cheese Penne on the menu. (I have missed cheese so, so much.) Unfortunately, after four months of cheese deprivation, four at once was more than my poor stomach could handle, and I had to call it a night after just a few bites. It made me worry about what I had in mind for my triumphant first dinner back in the United States: sausage, pepperoni and extra cheese pizza.
Yesterday, I learned that they in red light districts are called hot districts here in Cameroon.
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i love that everyone seems to have a triumphant first dinner in mind. i still can't decide whether i will have something with fish in it (hungary is landlocked and that sucks), salad with actual lettuce, cheese quesadillas from los loros, or just a big pile of raw veggies. oh, i miss veggies.
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