To start of this blog, I thought I would write about the most unimaginable thing known to mankind. That´s right...today, for lunch, I ate an entire plate of mushrooms. Sorry Dad, the hobbits weren´t what finally convinced me, but rather manners. My host family served me up a whopping plate of ´hongos´ today (spanish for fungus). When they first handed me the plate, the mushrooms, long and slimy, covered in a tomato and onion sauce, actually looked like pasta. As I was right about to take my first bite, my host mom assured me, ´No se preocupe...no es carne...son hongos´(Don´t worry...it´s not meat...they´re mushrooms)...oh how that eased my nerves!!! (Anyone that knows me should be able to sense the extreme sarcasm in that sentence). She seemed very happy to make sure I knew that it was
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