grrlTravels

Speaking of food...

My restaurant radar is kaput. Not only is my radar gone, but my ability to choose something that I might want to eat from a menu is also seriously impaired. The food cells in my brain are scrambled.

Of course lunch today didn't count because I was overheating and shaky and desperate for sustenance, anything with calories. Good decisions are hard to come by when one is dehydrating and hypoglycemic at the same time. We landed ourselves in a pretty restaurant on the beach. My fish and chips were scary. The fish was brownish-gray and had a strange texture. BROWNISH-GRAY I said. Hypoglycemia. Dehydration. No radar.

But the other days? No such excuse. The food has either been terrifically terrific or awful. There is no in-between. It is all fabulously expensive. We are getting a bit gun shy. We start overthinking, wandering about, weighing pros and cons for far too long. Then K. threatens to feed us what we ate on our first night here (vanilla pudding for everyone!) and we make a decision.

Tonight we decided to return to a restaurant we had previously scoped out which was attractive and bustling and fragrant. When we got there it was closed. All of the other restaurants were open, but not this one. That is a story for another day. I ended up with tough codfish balls. Yes, I did.

Fried fish twice in one day, two misses. What was I thinking? Radar. Is. Gone. Boo hoooo. That radar was my superpower. What am I going to do now? Learn to fly? Leap tall buildings in a single bound? Who wants to do that?

In other news, here are a few not very good photos taken with the fisheye lens for Shelba. I am making progress, but the photos, they still aren't very good.

That lens is kicking my butt.

Posted by grrlTravels at November 27, 2007 8:08 PM