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My stomach went through more extremes and new experiences this week than it has in a looooong time ... |
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Jason is holding a huge shrimp they called lagastinos. The owner of this restaurant ran it out of her backyard. This was one of the less scary places to get authentic food. I think I ended up getting a baracuda steak with rice .... |
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Ok, so it wasn't ALL authentic ... These were the only two American places we went to. Nacho was sure to make fun of us. |
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This was breakfast every morning out on the balcony. Avecados, arrepas, fried plantains, toast with a condensed milk spread, and these eggs fried up with tomatos and onions. They have a special name, but I don't remember what it is. |
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There was always fruit everywhere I looked ... Mangos, passionfruit and bananas, melons, and a few I can't pronounce yet ... |
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This is the place where we had the wounderful "opportunity" to eat fresh raw oysters, cooked mussels, and as you can see me enjoying, cooked snail. It was an interesting experience ... |
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This is the infamous 2$ meal in Caracas. When we asked an airport worker where some good food was, he led us down a staircase to this basement cafeteria in a long tiled hallway that served mostly airport employees. Sarah was priveledged to have found a tiny octopus in her rice. |
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