A dramatic interpretation of what happened Friday night.

Ok so I figured I'd post this hilarious incident that I didn't feel like typing before. One of the funniest/most irritating moments happened when Maggie and I got back from Ronda on Friday night. We came in to our house hoping to find a good dinner since we were really hungry from a day of travel. We were very disappointed to find a tortilla (microwavable circle of eggs and potato) and a small bowl of gross vegetable soup that we had the day before for lunch. Luckily I have hid peanut butter (and other food) in my room so I was excited to know that I would be able to eat a peanut butter sandwich after shoving down some of the tortilla. But we had a problem. We know that there is sandwich bread somewhere because we have toast in the morning. There was only one time that the sandwich bread was in the fridge and all the other times I haven't been able to find it. (yes I've searched the whole kitchen a couple times)

So those of you who know me well, know that I get crazy when I need my food, so I was frantically searching around the kitchen trying to find the bread when Maggie says the magic words... "There's a hidden pantry in the back room!" And I'm like, "YES!" So I run back there and can't find the light but I'm continuing to search for the bread anyway with no light. And I finally found it and yelled out a cry of joy! I quickly brought it out (having no idea where it's proper place was) and we made pb&j sandwiches and were very much enjoying them. I set my soup to the side counter and planned on not eating it. As we were only a couple bites into our sandwich we heard the noise we didn't want to hear. The door unlocking! I FREAKED out and was being all irrational. "Maggie what do we do?" I yelled as I'm running around the kitchen like a maniac holding the bread and peanut butter. And Maggie quickly calmed me down saying "they will already see the sandwiches on our plate just try to hide the peanut butter and sit down."

So we acted like nothing was different and ate our sandwiches. Our host mother and daughter came in and asked us how our trip went and then immediately looked at the sandwiches as Maggie and I continued to eat them. After talking about our trip for a while, she told us that, "We need to eat what she puts out for us and to not take things from her." over and over again. And we said we ate what she put out and then were still hungry but she just kept repeating the same thing

While this was going on I realized that I had my untouched soup sitting on the counter next to me and the half eaten tortilla was sitting by the microwave. I played the dumb card and said, "Oh that's where I put my soup" or something like that I just whipped out some spanish words and headed to the microwave. While my soup was heating up my senora came over and was about to open the half eaten tortilla and realize we only ate half (which is still a pretty big portion) and I quickly pulled my soup out of the microwave and forced it down while I hear her say in the backround that we barely ate the tortilla.

So that's pretty much where the story ends. Our senora decided to put my peanut butter in the cabinet but luckily it's almost gone and I have another can stored in my closet. So as soon as I can, I'm going to by some bread!