jMy friend Adi and I are at the market that comes to Debrecen twice a year, It reminded me a little of Locust Grove days. There were booths and crafts, clothes, jewelry and of course food. Unfortunately nothing as good as the barbecue chicken. I say that but i didnt' really try it.
Speaking of food, i went to a cookout with my friend Judit and they were having the traditional roasted pig fat. So yes on that stick there is not a marshmallow waiting to be put between a gram cracker and chocolate, but fat waiting to be dripped over bread garnished with possibly a sausage. Afterwards someone pulled out the guitar and we sang or at least i tried in between the sneezes, i must be allergic to something here.
A little shopping, a little cookout what is left besides AMERICAN FOOTBALL!!! Me the one in the middle with the ball, Yen the one learning to throw, Alex, the one teaching, Pat, Zsombie, and Ben played a game of touch football. Well at least it was susposed to be two hand touch, Alex either didn't get the memo, or just thought it would be fun to watch me hit the grass. (I personally think that it was the later) Don't worry i returned the favor.
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