Limbo ...
Thursday night I got taken out for a proper meal by the managers of the team I was visiting. I may get around to writing it up, for reference sake if nothing else, but yes, I did eat mollejas along with many other pieces of meat, including beef tripe, which was nicer than sheep's tripe (to be fair, I've only had andoulette des Trois before, so it could be that it was that particular dish I didn't much care for, rather than the fact it was tripe).
Currently, I'm in the bowels of Madrid airport getting bored. It turns out that they don't open security for transfer passengers until 7.00. My flight got in a 6.00. I'm supposed to be at my gate for 7.15, but I'm sweltering and desperately thirsty, so that ain't gonna happen.
Edit to add: Hah, the cock suckers thought they had me beaten. All the shops were close, and none of the vending machines take notes, but I beat them. I persuaded the nice lady at the Buereau de Change to break a note for me, and now Fanta Limon, you are mine!!!
(I didn't get much sleep on the first plane, in case you can't tell.)
Currently, I'm in the bowels of Madrid airport getting bored. It turns out that they don't open security for transfer passengers until 7.00. My flight got in a 6.00. I'm supposed to be at my gate for 7.15, but I'm sweltering and desperately thirsty, so that ain't gonna happen.
Edit to add: Hah, the cock suckers thought they had me beaten. All the shops were close, and none of the vending machines take notes, but I beat them. I persuaded the nice lady at the Buereau de Change to break a note for me, and now Fanta Limon, you are mine!!!
(I didn't get much sleep on the first plane, in case you can't tell.)