Yes, "Little Potato". You know, these goofy terms of endearment just kind of happen, but appending it with "in Tetuán" allows me to make it my Flamenco name, clap-clap. Like, "La Perla de Cádiz", or something like that. Except, with potato.
This is my first personal blog post, and there's some internal pressure to sum it all up and get it all out. I want this to stay fun, so I am letting myself off the hook and not trying to document, analyze, and whip up a frothy fuss just now about my first 6 weeks here in España. Instead, my goal is to add stories as they happen, and fill in, when fitting, with memories of these first tumultuous, plague-ridden, injuriously comic days. Some of those events are better left to develop into good stories with the fullness of time, if you know what I mean. And I think you do.
I'll also deal with food a bit, because if there's one thing that's been a reliable source of entertaining change (as opposed to exhilarating, confusing, or exhausting), it's food. In particular, my grocery shopping and subsequent home cooking adventures.
Hasta luego,
La Patatita
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