Freckles & Food

The sunburn I acquired from napping in the hammock is starting to fade and in its place I’m left with a face full of strange freckle constellations.

I speak no Spanish, which isn’t a problem if you never leave the hotel, but today I ventured out for lunch and ate something white and sort of potato-y but with a kind of bite and it was a little fibrous. It was delicious, but I don’t know what it was. I didn’t even know how to ask what it was. In fact, when I pointed at it and grunted so that the woman behind the counter would know I wanted it, I assumed it was some kind of fish.

I was pleasantly surprised.

I’ve done no sight-seeing, because my knee is still screwed up. But considering that my plan B has been sneaking onto the Hilton’s hammocks and living a life of leisure, I’m not complaining one bit.

If all of my foiled plans ended up with me sitting in the sun under a palm tree, that would be delightful.

4 thoughts on “Freckles & Food

  1. I’m trying to imagine what this thing was that you ate! Let us know if you find out, eh, gringo?

  2. Sounds like you either had plaintains or manioc. How was it prepared? If it was fried like a french-fry, it’s probably plaintains. If it was boiled and a little on the bitter side, it’s probably manioc.

Comments are closed.