Its been everywhere, and I’m not sure when the fig season is but I cant go past a crate of the juicy purplish little drop-shaped fruits without picking a few. There have been times when I have been tempted to pop one of those little things right into my mouth, but my mommy taught me better; so no fruit goes into my mouth without being washed.
Food is always on my mind regardless of where I am, even more so when I travel cause I am so nosey and just have to know what everything tastes like.. well as long as it looks appetizing atleast. I stay away from things that still move… *shiver* . I had visited Nepal and they definitely didn’t have any live foods in sight, but infact they did have scrumptions amounts of Momos, and I will tell you more about them in my upcoming post. So now I feel terrible about my weight gain in Nepal, hence the last few posts have been focussed on getting me to shed those pounds; including a strenuous bootcamp at 6 in the a.m. plus running for 30-45 minutes and a whole lot of leaf eating… granted it isn’t really working, but atleast I can say I tried.