Steak and Figs

I got into town around 1:00 and needed to figure out where to eat. I walked up and down the main street and then through some side streets. I wound up off of the main street at a nice little spot. I sat for about ten minutes and then someone asked me if I was ready, I told them I had not received a menu yet and they apologized and brought me one.

I decided to have the steak. Now, I am not a huge red meat person (I have cut back dramatically from my younger days) but they make some good steak here. A man asked me what I would have and I ordered. He said something that I did not understand so I said that I would also have a salad. He said "how do you want it cooked?" I said oh medium and he left. Now, this conversation may seen to have gone well to you, but really it made me feel like a moron. The way that the guy was talking to me was a bit ridiculing and when he started to speak English he raised his voice so everyone was looking at me. You may not think this is a big deal, but it kinda was.

I got my meal and it looked small. I cut a piece and it was DELICIOUS! There was some brown dressing on the side, I assumed mustard and tried the lettuce. It was okay. I went to taste the dressing, surprise! It was gravy. I am really glad I did not just pour it over my salad. The next slice of meat that I had was really rare and rare and rare. I am okay with medium rare but this was like pan seared, only the outside had cooked and it was immediately taken off. I am not putting pictures as I am sure my vegetarian friends would be quite disgusted. With the bread it was good and I finished my plate clean.



I read for a while at the table and then decided to walk around. I wandered the streets that I have become so familiar with and then took a seat in front of the merry go round. I listened to the music while reading a bit more and then headed to the market. The main street that usually has some venders lining the street had twice as many today. At the very end was a lady selling some fruit. I tried the figs and they were amazing! I got four and headed to the bus.

It was about 3:20 and I was glad that I was a couple of minutes early. I sat and waited and then realized that my bus was to leave the hotel at 3:30...not this stop. I couldn't even look for the time that the bus would leave this stop because it did not have my bus schedule up. I sat and waited. I caught the 4:15 bus and was happy that I had a bus to take me home.