113 Tomatoes

This was my first meal in Spain.  Please note the tomatoes.

There aren’t actually 113 tomatoes in Spain, there’s probably more, but there are 113 stairs up to my floor in the hostel I’m staying at for the first couple of days.  It’s quite a workout and it’s no wonder why all the Spaniards are all thin.  When we first arrived we were waiting for the lift (elevator) for about 20 minutes before we gave up and decided to walk up the 113 steps (we didn’t know there were that many) with our luggage (mine was 30lbs).  When we got to the fourth floor (really the fifth because the bottom floor is 0) the elevator was waiting for us and we decided to get in.  It went back down to the 0^th floor.  We took it back up.

I would now like you to imaging yourself in a box that you can comfortably stand in.  Multiply that box by two and put four people in it.  That is our elevator.

All the readings I’ve done so far about Spain have been about olives.  There are olives everywhere.  They serve olives all the time.  There’s olive oil.  Olive this olive that.  I have seen no olives.  I have seen olive oil.  What they do serve all the time and I have only seen my breakfast “gratis” without a tomato.  Now, I don’t like tomatoes.  Can you see where this is starting to become a problem?