Hey First name / friends!
Ok, it's story time… Stick with me because this one has a fun tie-in to this week's #CreateWithCatCoq prompt. 🫒🍸
The year is 2011. I'm a broke college student studying abroad in Europe. Flip phone in hand, hitting the cobblestone streets in a pair of Old Navy flip flops that were barely holding it together.
My most vivid memory of that trip is a fairly pedestrian one: Spain is the place I tasted an olive for the first time.
What can I say? I was a girl from Kansas living outside of the midwest for the first time ever. MANY things were brand new to me.
It's not that I never had an opportunity to eat an olive before, it's just that the mere thought of them absolutely disgusted me. (My brother used to stick olives on the tips of his fingers and slurp them up one by one just to hear me scream in disgust. He knew exactly what he was doing.)
But study abroad is all about trying new things, so when the waiter set down a small dish of olives alongside my glass of house red, I thought: what the hell. (Apparently it's an egregious offense to drink wine without a little snack. I was learning the rules.)
Turns out, I didn't hate olives after all! Maybe it was the wine or being in a new country, but I was blown away by how much I actually liked them.
Since that day, olives have become my go-to snack. They're right next to pickles on my list of all-time favorite foods.
I even went back and found the photo of me with the olives from 2011. Pinky out and everything, because I was classy like that. 🫒🍷
