Pulpo. Because Spain Wouldn't Be Spain Without It!

So, if you've followed my journeys for the past 6 years, you'll know that I have a love/hate relationship with octopus or "pulpo." During my summer in Galicia (Santiago de Compostela) in 2004, I ate pulpo nearly everyday and tried (though I failed) to like it. Then when I went to Italy the following summer, lo and behold, there was pulpo again! This food follows me around, tormenting me with its tentacles and rubbery texture. So today, I decided to face the beast head on. Debora made Galician food for her El Camino de Santiago class and pulpo, of course, was on the menu.

Well, I didn't chicken out, and I asked Carla to take a photo to prove that I faced my arch-nemesis once again!

Me - 1.
Pulpo - 0.

Until next time...

Ick! :)