The Perpetual Business of a Quality Fish Store

That would be an excellent title for a novel, I might have to write that for NaNoWriMo.

Anyway, seriously. Here, by the sea, quality fish stores have their hands full. Yesterday, my mom and I dropped by what is supposedly the best fish store in the city and found it utterly packed. Too lazy to stand in line, we left, saying we'd come back as soon as they opened tomorrow (which was today). A little after they opened, we dropped by to find it again, packed (the store wasn't very big, but there were two lines that bent, and probably thirty people waiting to be helped). We found out that there were only three types of fish at that moment and that there would be more in an hour.

It was still stuffed--possibly more so than the other two times--but we sucked it up and stood in line. We left the store with six whole flounders, four fish cakes, one kilo of one salad-thing, and one kilo of another salad-thing, all for twenty-six zloty.

Todays endeavours also included exchanging currancies, eating, ambling around and glancing at the merchandise of different stores, eating, buying shoes, eating, a long and lovely walk on the beach, and eating, We've done lots of eating in the two and a half days we've been here, and I don't regret a morsel of it. We bought 12 assorted pastries after our second trip to the fish store, as well as a kilo of sour cherries and some cheese.

The way I talk about how fantastic the food is, you'd probably expect me to be dining on massive roast animals and banquets the size of your bedroom and such, but the food is really quite simple. Cereal or rolls for breakfast, rolls for supper, and assorted big dinners for lunch, which is dinner here. But everything is just so fresh. It's not like the American crap I'm used to. This is real food. I'm so happy to just eat to my heart's content, especially with all the walking and my boss metabolism.

As I said above, I bought shoes. They're Converse, though not really. Knock-offs from some company called Super Gear, but I like them. They're like high-tops, made of a jean-like material with zippers and things and I like them. I'm no good at describing clothing that already exists, so you'll have to trust me on this one that they are cool.

My dad's mother gave me a box of alcoholic chocolates. As I understand it, the entire contents of the box together would be 1.5% alcohol. I'm going to get so wasted tonight.

(Not really. I'm going to finish this blog post, glance at some French notes, and hit the sack. I'm so cool.)

Speaking of being cool, I've taken to hooking my thumbs into either the back or front pockets of my jeans, which gives me the feeling of walking with some serious swagger. I'm not really sure how I feel about this new habit. XD

Buh, now I have to get up to tell you my Pokemon stats. The thing is charging, and I'm lazy. ._.

PoKEMON StATS
Hours played: 25 hours and 27 minutes

Current team:
- Emboar, 57
- Zebstrika, 51
- Simisage, 38
- Vanillish, 38
- Ducklett, 30
- Trubbish, 29

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