Last night I had a very very good dinner. I stopped at the grocery store and bought some fresh bread - something I haven't done since Switzerland, and severely miss, mostly because "English Toast" (that's your typical loaf of bread) is not fresh, is bleached, and overall yucky in comparison. Anyway, the bread was still warm, and soft, and yummy. So I used it to make brushetta, and then I made couscous, and ate it with pieces of bread. (I still can't roll my couscous into solid balls in the palm of my hand like the Moroccans can, c'est la vie).

mmm, my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

My weekend plans include a stint of sailing on Sunday. Otherwise, I really need to clean my apartment (especially wash the floors) and read books (I bought a bunch in the last few days, and they are calling to me becca, read me, you know you want to, its echoing in my head)