What's White And Fluffy? . . . Not Snow

I ate a rabbit. I think. it definitely was not chicken . . .
Little bunny Foo Foo hoppin' through the forrest . . .
. . . got scooped up by Salud's daughter and served to me for dinner. . . :-(
My roommate just told me that our Señora's daughter, Lola, went into the country yesterday to get rabbits, and she came by today to give some to Salud, who doesn't like rabbit. Tonight we had a very salty stew with Carrots, and garbanzo beans, and what I thought was chicken, just differently textured.
My roommate, knowing this did not eat her stew, neither did she tell me, as I slowly trudged through my over-flowing bowl of what I did not know was rabbit stew. Knowing I wasn't hungry, but knowing that Salud would make me eat more, would force bread on me, and then some mushy, garlicky cauliflower that was actually tasty. All to be followed up by some strawberry yoghurt.
You know, now that I think about it, Salud told me she was cooking "conejo". She showed it to me in the frying pan this afternoon and I just didn't think about it. I was thinking about the shrimp in the bowl next to the stove, knowing that I did not want more shrimp, or paella, or muscles, or cualquier marisco that would possibly be served to me.
Since being here I have honestly considered becoming a vegetarian. I haven't entirely missed meat. I wouldn't strictly stick to vegetarianism I would just not eat meat. I wouldn't prepare meat. I won't say no if someone else prepares it, but I'm not going to order it off a restaurant menu.
I talk about food a lot I know. But Ya'll must understand that the focus of my day are meals. I know I have to be home for Lunch at 3 and for dinner at 9. The rest of my day is spent else where doing homework or whatever. But the concrete focal points that are the same Every Single Day are meal times. (apart from breakfast which changes depending on our schedule). It's just easy to talk about because we all have our food habits and I've found the Mediterranean diet to be interesting.

There's this old man that we work with in the Convent, Vincent. he's a nice guy, around 75 years old, probably a little senial. He's been at the local bar/cafe/sea food restaurant, Marisco Emilio's, and he offers to buy us drinks if we'll sit and talk to him for a while. So we've gone (that is me and my roommate who also works with the elderly) a couple times just to chat. The first time was an accident and the times after that have been planned but every time we plan to go he's not there. Like today, he said he would be there at 4, I planned it on Monday night and Dani planned it last night. So we know we both told him 4 on Wednesday. He still wasn't there. So we sat outside of Marisco Emilio's in the great October weather of 80 degrees (75 in the shade) and relaxed. well Dani did, I, on the other hand, was being eaten alive by mosquitos and a random huge ant type thing that had wings and decided to crawl into my flip-flop.
I've already been having problems with mosquitos the last few nights. I wake up at around 2 or 3 only to discover an intense need to itch several places on my arms and then to hear that dreadful buzzing of a mosquito in my ear. Right now I have 3 bites on the right arm and 5 on the left, not to mention the 2 or 3 on my legs. It's not as bad as summer camp but I do not recall one night in any summer where I was wakened by the intense urge to itch my mosquito bites. Apparently this is a-typical. But then again everything is A-typical in Spain, from praying mantises to flooding (which is a straight out lie) and rain (another lie).