Cuentito #2 - Breakfast?

I'll write a couple posts today since there were plenty of things going on in the last few days - more exciting than buying a cell phone. Yesterday morning, I woke up and met Megan at the metro to go for a sunrise run (the sun rises around 7:45 right now) down the coastal street. It was pretty awesome! I'm attaching a picture of the area that we ran...it was right along the main artery street there.

After about a mile, it was apparent that both of us needed food before we could run anymore. I hadn't eaten since 5PM the day before, and we started looking for places to eat breakfast. The problem is, Spaniards either don't eat breakfasts, or their breakfasts consist of cafe con leche and a bocadillo (a small, small sandwich with a thin slice of meat).  Aka - there's no Waffle House or Ihop here, but we were hungry enough for a lot more than a bocadillo. We walked into restaurant after restaurant to no avail until finally I just said to one clerk: "We're from America, and normally breakfast is a big meal..." and she cut me off and said, "Bah-kon...patatas...huevos...toasts," and you can probably guess the enthusiasm we had responding "Si! Si!" It was nice to sit by the harbor with the sun coming up eating good ol' American comfort food. Don't get me wrong, we've been eating Spanish food each day, but the transition has been pretty tough. When you're hungry and out and about, sometimes you just have to eat what you know.

For instance, rather than having a burger with an egg on it, tuna pizza, or patatas bravas for lunch today, we just opted for KFC right next to the Sagrada Familia. + 10 culture points for visiting the Sagrada Familia, - 5 for eating KFC...we still come out on top.