Bad Romance

When I first arrived in Greece I had a bad romance with the cuisine. I had my first run-in the night we arrived. Dr. Finitsis took as to this hole in the wall slavaki place. The food was pretty good but it was only seducing to go in for the kill. My palette was not easily seduced and my stomach agreed with my taste buds because it would come up again shortly. This would not be the only time that I would have bad relations with my food. I could not keep anything down, including the water. This could be a combination of not enjoying the cuisine and my stomach not being used to the foods, or simply two things that were not meant to be mixed together.

As the days continued on my stomach still continued to oppose, but my palette began to fall for the delicacies. My palette could not help but fall for the slender swirly pastas, making it unable to resist.My stomach continued to protest, it would not be romanced by this luring Greek delicacy. But even though my stomach was resistant the Greek food was insistent to win it over. Slowly my stomach would give in and let the food triumph, but it would turn around and protest yet again. My stomach was wooed by the most unsuspecting contender. My stomach and the food had flirted from afar, the food was wanting commitment the palette yearning to be satisfied, but the stomach unwilling to give in. But it would not be able to withstand as the food continued to lure. The palette would dance with this new mate pesto pasta, it whirled and twirled and seduced the stomach making it unable to rest. The food would go in for the kiss that would finally give it what it had been longing for, and the stomach would finally, with a ladylike grace accept that the two who were not meant to join had been united.