Tonight, I went to a festival in a small village in the Basque region called Cambo with Maiena, Amaya, Maiena’s roommate, and Laurent.  There was a huge tent in middle of the square in the village.  Inside the tent, there were rows of tables where we all had dinner.  As we were sitting at the table, the waiters come out with huge plate of food that I’ve eaten before.  They were long brown tubes, and they were certainly quite mushy.  They seriously looked like poop.  (Picture coming soon…) I asked Maiena what was that food, and she told me that it was blood pudding.  AAK!  Who’s blood am I eating?  Since we certainly cannot “judge by the book cover,” I certainly tried it, and the taste was quite interesting.  It neither tasted bad nor good.  It tasted like a hotdog, but a little spicier than a hotdog.  It was just rather an unusual taste.

In addition to eating blood pudding, I had a lamb along with some beans, which was quite good.  At last, I had an apple pie.  YUMMMM!  I die hard for fruit tarts!

After eating dinner, we danced and chanted a little around the tables.