I haven't decided which major city I'm closest to. Two out of three hosts I've stayed with have threatened to kidnap/stake my foot to the floor, so that I couldn't leave. I think that's a compliment. And while the third was less violent, he did invite me to come work the reception desk at the annual wine festival in Sitges Beach next year. One morning, Jayne asked if I wanted to toast up a muffin for breakfast, and I imagined cutting a blueberry muffin in half, and cramming it in the toaster. Which actually sounded good, so I agreed. Lo and behold, nary a blueberry in sight, but an English muffin!!! I was so delighted, the English merely call them muffins, because they are English already! Like how French fries are simply "frites" in France, and
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