Spanish Saturday Night

After a terrific day on the lake, it was time to get together with my Spanish señorita for some serious smiles, swanky beats and salty meats.

I took the #1 and arrived in Kriens after being stared at like a weirdo for carrying a cactus like its the most uncommon thing people give to other people. I hop off, look around and am greeted by my date...a much brighter and warmer face than the bus drones.

Up the hill and off we go. Park the shaggin' wagon and hear the bells of the beefy beauties in their pastures and an alphorn. We're not in Kansas anymore toto.... And it was spectacular.

We get into (their) (new) flat which had amazing energy and light and a great story on how it came to be theirs, which she told me after a nice beer. And then another as the conversation continues until we come to the cactus, which I notice she has. It should be noted here that I had a nice little chuckle before I even walked through the door because here I am bringing her this prickly plant which some assume is not so nice and there is a great sign on her door that reads....

Priceless! But anyway, apparently cactus, or cacti are plants that consume bad energy. So if you need to exorcize your flat, buy some cacti.

So we're gabbing away and because we are nearing 9 something o'clock it's time to think about dinner. I was in a Spanish household and I would expect nothing less and it was worth the wait...not that I was starving or waiting because it was so enjoyable just to gab, as we do, it was just refreshingly so NOT Swiss! :)

We move to the galley kitchen and it hits me. Well, kicks me is probably a better adjective. There it was. As plain as the nose on it's former face. The thing every Spaniard can't live without and every non Spanish food lover dreams or cringes about. The leg. The foot. Toenails on and all. Cured to perfection and just, bam, out there! Delicious.

I resist an initial sample, my señorita puts the final touches on her delicious dinner for two and we sit down. She had made this traditional tomato pure with garlic and I almost collapsed it was so good. Then she got a little crazy and shaved some of the cured caracas on the counter and did me in. It was heaven. I'm so glad she had me over to enjoy it with her. :)

We continued to gab and then off our little Girly cloud we fell when the loves our lives came to the conversational surface (no offense loves!) and we officially swore off technology on a girls night.

The End.

Much love P.