Saturday, March 6, 2010
We found this street where little stands were set up selling sea food but they were set up right outside the door of the restaurants. We picked one where I bought crab legs, well I think they were all crab claws and Greg bought two different kind of smaller shelled creatures. We went inside the restaurant and ordered a drink. This is where is gets comical. Its only about 12:30 in the afternoon, and if you didn't know in Spain it is custom to wait about 2:30 or 3 to eat lunch. So you can imagine we are the only people eating here. Along with the fact that we were the only Americans... you can always tell American regardless of their color. Its a bit embarrassing! Its because we are loud. No one can deny it. We laugh harder than anyone else on the planet and we talk over each other. Its what we do. Like in America, I asked for butter (which I thought was given that it needed to be melted and hot) and lemon. The owner brought out an enormous lemon sliced in half and I little square of butter wrapped in gold aluminum. No reason to complain right? Next dilemma- no nut cracker! I asked in Spanish for some type of tool to open the legs with but he said he didn't have anything. Then 2 minutes later he brought out this wooden fish about 7 inches long with metal where the mouth would have been that acted as a bottle opener. I thanked him and confusedly tried to pry open a section of the shell. No such luck.
After all the workers, the owner, and the other customers got a good laugh, the man behind me stood up and with a hearty chuckle said, "Mira" and picked up the wooden fish, grabbed the crab leg and hit it with a powerful bang! haha I thanked him and tried myself. This is when the crab goes flyin'. Several times I would have to stand up and put my full weight into cracking it and the shell would not only crack but ricocheted off the wall and across the tiled restaurant's floor. There wasn't a pair of eyes that weren't staring the whole time. Thats when you just have to sit there and laugh and continue. By the time I was done, there were shreds of crab all over the table, my lap, chest, face, and floor. It was so messy, but you do what you can do enjoy some decent sea food right?
Later for dessert I bought fresh cotton candy that brought back my childish craving of flavored sugar. It was delicious! For a second desert we bought Gouda cheese, a couple of fresh baked wheat loafs, and spicy mustard. This little combo made the memories of france and switzerland from last summer flood my mind. This was what we ate the majority of the time.
The rest of the afternoon was spent on the beach talking, listening to music, reading, watching the shivering surfers own the waves, and we rock climbed a wall that was on the beach. I would say that the trip was an absolute success for a measly 12 euro train pass.