I'm a tourist.
I went to the center of San Jose yesterday and bought souvenirs. Yes, I am now the proud owner of a shark tooth necklace. Or two.
Anyway, it ended up being a really great day. I went to a part of this city that actually looks like a city, not like we're lost in the suburbs! I rode three new buses that I hadn't been on! I found souvenirs that I actually wanted to buy! (I'm not really a fan of dead butterflies glued to pieces of wood and framed - those seem to be tourist favorites here because they sell them EVERYWHERE.) I ate fries from a burger joint where I later saw two cockroaches run out from under the kitchen door! I looked out for pickpockets! I wandered around and asked at least five people for directions to the right bus stop! I felt like a total tourist and I loved it!
This is a picture from within the bus that we took home.
This is a picture of a life-altering experience.
Allow me to explain.
After dinner, we went to the neighborhood barbeque for the second time. It's this little stand on the corner of the main street where there's just this guy grilling meat. Everyone stands around and watches while they wait for their meat. If you're a vegetarian you probably won't understand, but for us meat-eaters this is kind of a religious experience. It's like Christmas, or Yogurtland, or both at the same time, or your first kiss, with just as much saliva involved but not quite as sloppy or with any horrible/scarring memories attached. UNREAL. Last night, I got some sort of steak with barbeque sauce. OH. MY. GOD. Hot of the grill and covered in the perfect amount of sauce, with some lemon-y cabbage salad and a potato on the side, it was perhaps one of the best things I have ever eaten. Ever. LIFE-ALTERING. The night before, we all got kebabs, and I'm not sure if what I was eating was chicken, pork, dog, or armadillo. I couldn't tell and I didn't really care. The food is that good. We all got cheap beer and ate while sitting on Iris' porch steps.
MAGICAL.
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