What would you do for food?
I hate it when people say don’t live to eat, eat to live.
Um… no. Sit down, be quiet, and eat this burrito.
I love food.
So much so that when I visited Malaga, I continued my love affair with Argentinian Empanadas.
I found this shop that made them, but it was about a 25-minute walk away. The distance wasn’t a big deal because for me that was normal.
One day, just before I was about to leave my Airbnb to get to the land of empanadas, I heard the loudest crash followed by what seemed like very angry cries coming from the heavens.
It started raining.
Not just a spring shower.
More like the sky was throwing a tantrum rain.
But I really, really wanted those empanadas. And it was the only place in Spain that I’ve been to that makes Argentinian empanadas. Now don’t get me wrong, Spain has some good empanadas. But there is just something about the ones from South America that make my taste buds tingle. Maybe it’s the soft smooth outer shell or maybe it’s because of the wide variety of ingredients.
So I strapped on my winter coat, grabbed my umbrella, which turned out to be useless, and told myself it’s just rain, it’s just water. I put on earbuds, hoping they were water-resistant, and took off.
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I decided to face the storm because I knew that if I didn’t go, I would lie in bed in the middle of the night thinking, ugh I should have gone.
When I got to the halfway point, there was water squishing between my toes because the water had penetrated my boots. My heavy winter coat was drenched and I was holding onto my hood with ice cold hands because the wind wouldn’t allow me to use my umbrella.
(Why I didn’t just call a taxi, I don’t know. I’m stubborn.)
So here’s the fun part, just as I’m about two minutes away from the restaurant I was searching for, I found a second empanada shop. What the heck? So of course I thought, should I keep going further or just stop here?
But why choose one when I could have both. So I kept going and reached my original destination dripping wet. I found a small stool to sit on in the crowded, very Spanish bar with Flamenco music blaring in the background, and I had some delicious empanadas. I think they were chicken and mushroom, and I savored every single flavor in each bite. I ate slowly as if I was putting on a show.
Then, after my wonderful food experience there, I went back to the second empanada shop that I had seen, and I ordered these special vegan empanadas with corn filling to go. I happily carried my brown bag through the rain, and later, relaxed in my Airbnb as I drank my beer and again, savored every bite.
So, what’s the moral of the story here?
Obviously, there is very little that will stop me when it comes to food.
Looking back on this experience shows that it all comes down to what you really want in life. What are you willing to brace through tantrum like rain to get?
And remember, no matter how difficult or annoying or wet and cold the journey might be, go through it knowing that whatever happens, you’ll always end up where you’re meant to be. And at the very least, you’ll end up with a good story to tell.
What’s something crazy you’ve done for food? Hit reply and tell me all about it!
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If you liked this story and want to read more about my random food-loving life, you should check out my ebook. Here’s the link: https://www.amazon.com/Youre-Inspired-Now-What-inspiration-ebook/dp/B08RY2ZZ42/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_pb_opt?ie=UTF8
I promise you’ll have some light bulb moments.
