Friday, April 15, 2011

2/19 Goat Hotpot

Early early wake up with a really really deep sadness.  I sat on my motorbike watching them leave just wishing they could stay or at least come back once a month.  I was full of tears all day. Arrived at my afternoon class to get an invitation to lunch in lieu of class which I very gratefully accepted.  We sat on the second floor of a nondescript, District One restaurant at long low to the ground stainless steel tables with tiny blue plastic chairs.  Course after course arrived while I tried to get information about exactly what it was that we were eating. I came to find out after about three hours, a few beers and some fabulous rice wine that we were eating goat and many interesting goat parts.  The translation is as follows: nipple, bone marrow, leg, head, and, most importantly brain.  I arrived home comforted in a strange way.  With very swollen eyes, a heavy heart and some wonderful texts from mom, I went to bed - at 7pm and didn't wake up for 12 hours.

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