You Know You're an American When...

So I had already been to Seville once, with the Bucknell group, making for a much more relaxing trip (in some aspects - I'll divulge later) we went to all the usual sites and then it was time to show my family was tapas were really like.

We went to one of my favorite tapas bars Las Colonias for dinner, and my family learned fast that tables are not easy to come by in Spain: we waited an hour for a table. but I think it made it that much better, but made Katie that much more peeved.

My family got their first taste of Jamon y queso and Salmorejo and from that night, there was no turning back. While tapas normally are a small snack-like food you have with drinks at night, we ate enough food to keep the restaurant running for the next few years.

The next morning was breakfast and we had had our eyes set on a cute cafe across from the Cathedral. Now if there's anything the Milot family can find common ground on, its our competitive spirits, and our love for food. No needless to say, when finding a table in this cafe-which turned out to be one of the best in Sevilla- we got our game faces on and took no prisoners...

not even 80 yr old women (my mistake I thought she was trying to take my table)...

And once again, we practically bought the place out. YUM

I've also never seen my mom so addicted to a particular food (except for peanut M&M's but who isn't). My mom loved the Jamon Iberico, she wanted to take a pig leg home with her. I now know I am in fact my mothers daughter when it comes to choice of food, and I am my fathers daughter when it comes to an addiction to food. Deadly combo, thanks