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For dinner on the night we were there, we went to a seafood restaurant. Now, I stupidly thought that there would be at least something on the menu that wasn't caught in a net. I thought wrong. After trying to figure out what sort of fish things were (anything with a shell is automatically off the table - no pun intended), I decided on daraude. It is a white fish that is "delicious" as my mother's friend said. I didn't know what I was expecting when the food came to the table, but I certainly was not expecting to be making eye contact with what I was about to consume. The damn thing was still fully intact. My mouth fell open and I couldn't say anything except "I'm sorry, fishy". After sensing hesitation, my host mother decapitated the poor victim. I was asked if I wanted wine. I wasn't going to pass that up at this point. Any wine would have been fine, but this wine was actually very good. I'm definitely going to keep an eye out for it from now on.

I wasn't able to finish the fish (maybe the eyes, scales, bones, and the fact the fish could look at me as I was devouring it tainted my appetite), and was partially mesmerized and partially mortified at the fact that my host mother was tearing apart a crab like a barbarian. The others were just as bad, prying things from their shells using all sorts of vile tools. One crab was obviously a female, and my host mother pried open her cache of eggs to many "oohhhhh"s and "ahhhhh"s from the rest of the table (except me, my mouth seemed to have fallen slack again). At this point, I was tipsy enough to not realize I was staring. All of the adults promised me that they'd stop disturbing me with seafood after tonight. I was relieved, I didn't have the heart to tell them I would never eat seafood again. Ever.

So for lunch the next day I had seafood.