First, I ate lunch by myself because I had to leave before lunch time to get to my class. Little did I know, this ended up being a huge blessing... My nana (the housekeeper/servant, named Senora Carmen) brought me soup, (which was incredibly delicious) but I was kinda bummed, bc that's kind of light lunch... But, a few mins later, she brings another plate of food, and I'm like, "oh yay, legit lunch"... how wrong I was...
It's hard to describe what I ate. It was about an inch thick cut into perfect squares and triangles, with wrinkly skin on one side, and blubbery stuff on the other side, with no actual meat to speak of. It originated from a large sheet of whatever it is, and has been chilling in the fridge for the past couple of days. Not only was its smell not-so-apetizing, but I was very skeptical because of the perfect shapes it was cut into. But the texture, people, that was the kicker. No matter how much weird red sauce there was on it, that texture.... it was squishy and gummy, but also tough... words cannot describe.
I could only take three bites.
Side note: It is not uncommon for me to not really love certain foods, I'm kind of particular about what I like, but I don't ever remember just physically not being able to eat something. This was one such case. With each bite, I literally just wanted to vomitar, and there were no vegetables to buffer, and the rice just did not do the trick. I was literally thinking about flushing it in the toilet, but didn't know how I would explain myself if it clogged the toilet, I was that desperate. My solution? I ate pretty much all of the rice that accompanied it and moved the mysterious meat around my plate like a 5yr old to make it look like I'd eaten some.
When I sheepishly went to the kitchen when I was done to give Sra Carmen my (full) plate, I just wanted to remove myself from the situation ASAP, so I didn't ask her what it was...
After some research, I'm reasonably sure that what I had was just pure honeycomb tripe, aka the stomach of either beef, goat, pig, or deer... it looked a lot like the image on the left. I'm not sure if this looks appetizing to anyone, but I found this picture so that we can all get a better idea of what I'm talking about.
So then, I go to school for my 15:40 class. But, oops... I don't know where this mysterious new classroom is, so I have to have this lady take me there (through the gym and a greenhouse... it was very odd)... so I arrive at the class like 2 mins late, so I just barge on into the classroom. The class has definitely already started and the teacher and all the students (my fellow Butler people) are looking at me like I'm crazy... and the prof tells me I am definitely not in this class... so I awkwardly leave and ask the guy at the little desk where I am supposed to be... so he helps me learn that my class starts at 15:40, which means 3:40... not 2:40 like I thought... meaning I walked in on the middle of their class, and had an hour to kill until my class... woops. (Also, she is the professor of my class, too)
Anyway, just another adventure in the life of Juli.
Hasta luego!
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