My first burger in at least nine months. I went ate with two American amigas and we talked about our impending return to the homeland.

The atmosphere of the restaurant was very reminiscent of American bars/restaurants – the lighting, the trendy decor and slick tables crowded with condiments, the pace of the food – burgers/fries/onion rings/soft drinks arriving together, not like Spanish meals spread across three hours of courses, drinks, lingering coffees.

The thought of returning “home” and the unfamiliar weight of “American” food in my belly combined to make me feel uneasy.


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