So, Mr. Bruises and I are heading to Punta Cana today. We were last there in November 2004 and we loved it.
My favorite memory of Punta Cana is of Mr. Bruises discovering Tortilla Soup. He found it the first day and became addicted to it. He ate a bowl everyday from the buffet. On the last day, he discovered that for a week, he had been eating bowls of spaghetti sauce!
Now, I am not innocent of food stupidity. I accidentally ate beef tongue because I can't read Spanish. I thought I was getting beef tips since they were next to rice and gravy. Mr. Bruises knew what it was and watched in amazement as I ate it and really did not like what was in my mouth. He wouldn't tell me for some time what I had put in my mouth.
Here's to some new food adventures. I doubt if I will have Internet access. I will take lots of photos and write about our adventures as soon as I can!
I remember as a kid, having these beautiful crystal candelabras that we would use on special occasions. I went to catholic school, so they always reminded me of ones that they used in church.
One Christmas, when I was about seven years old, my mother and grandmother had a Christmas party. In our dining room, they decorated by hanging twistie streamers from each corner of the room to the chandelier that was in the middle of the room. They had a very large paper bell hanging from the middle, where all the streamers met. The table was decorated with a paper, holiday table cloth.
The next morning, I was the first one up. I was admiring the streamers and noticed that the candelabras were out. Grown ups get to have all the fun while the children are sleeping.
I decided, in the quiet of the morning, that I wanted to pretend I was a priest and use the candelabra like a priest would at mass. So, I lit the three candles, climbed up on one of the chairs and grabbed the candelabra with both hands.
I thrust the candelabra to the sky saying "In the name of the father" then brought it down below eye level saying "And of the son" as I was moving it to the left saying "And of the Holy.........", I never got to finish by saying Ghost. By this time, the paper bell was on fire and had fallen onto the paper tablecloth. At this point, the table was on fire!
I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bucket and quickly filled it with water. I somehow managed to put the fire out quickly. I am scared shitless at this point, knowing that my ass is going to get beat. I ran to my mothers room and quickly announced that I was going to visit my Aunt Marge and ran out of the house and ran the two blocks to her house, in my pajamas.
By the time I arrived at Aunt Marge's I was met at the door and told I needed to go right back home. I don't remember what my punishment was, but I do know that I didn't touch those candelabras again in years.
I really don't know if I have them. When I cleaned out my mother's apartment two years ago, if she still had them, I am sure I kept them due to this memory, however, her stuff is in storage. I really hope that I have them. If not, I will never forget them!
