¡estáis con chocolate!

If chocolate were an illegal substance, I would be a wanted criminal. Then again, so would Costco and Ghirardelli. So at least I would be in good company.

I once went to a chocolate museum in Astorga. That would be a museum about chocolate, not made of chocolate, though that would be pretty sweet (please excuse the terrible pun). Also in Astorga I posed as Rapunzel and saw a couple of bona-fide Camino de Santiago pilgrims and some beautiful graffiti, and my namesake washed her hair in a fountain. Lovely memories.

Was there a point to this? Ah yes, these brownies are starting to make me feel ill. Or perhaps the nausea stems from that anxiety and dread which come from being four weeks behind in a class whose (can I use that possessive adjective here? hmm, it seems I can and just did) midterm exam begins in exactly twelve hours. Probably a little from column A, a little from column B.