I can smell it. A conspiracy is in our midst! Everyone in this country is trying to make me fat. I know it. And then I started brainstorming. Why? Why would these sweet people want to do this to me? I came up with three reasons on why they are trying to fatten me up (and succeeding no less).
3. They are trying to look skinnier against my whale-like frame.
2. They want some sort of physical evidence that their food is truly, RICA.
... and (drum roll) the number one reason is...
1. They´re fattening me up for some kind of twisted hansel and grettel K-ASADO!
Looks like I better start a trail of bread.... before I eat the whole bagguette.
P.S. did you know mortadello is made of horse meat? I thought it was just fancy bologna.
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Those casados are awesome. Thats practically all I ate in Costa Rica. I was hooked. Here's some boring information about casados I learned for your blogging pleasure:
The Casado meal originates in Costa Rica, at least thats what those crazy Ticos told me. They said that their wives would make them a huge hearty meal for them to eat so they would have energy to work in the fields all day ...
Maybe those "sweet Argentinians" have intentions to put you to work out in the fields or something... haha! You better watch yo'sef. So do your kids know English yet or what?
Have you had one of those moments when you're up in front of class with all those kid's eyes looking up at you and you think to yourself, "Am I really here right now?"
Have a spectacular time, I'm looking forward to seeing your next mother blogging episode!
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