Over the past week, I have had some rather rough encounters with the meals in the house. The first in the series was a paella marisca dish, including rice, tomatoes, clams, mussles, and of course the gambas. Gambas, as pictured above are simply shrips, however in Spain they come with eyes, moustaches, claws, and feet. I moved my gambas off to the side, and tried to not watch the others peeling and eating them. At one point, I quote my señora as saying "suck on the head, it is the richest part." At that point I was sent into a fit of uncontrolable laughter in an attempt to hide my vomit-face. Eventually, I explained that I prefer the already peeled variety of gambas.A few days later, my señora informed me that we would have fish for dinner and I said I would try it. Little did I know that I would face three fried fish on my plate, complete with eyes, gaping mouths, bones, and tails. This was not one I could brush off to the side. I was supposed to eat the whole fishes and some pureé (mashed potatoes), that was it. That night, I was not hungry and Jesús took on my fish for me. I late went into the kitchen to get a snack, and there were about 25 silvery dead but very fresh fish spread about the kitchen counter. I ran away and ate in a coffee shop. The next day, we still had fish left over, of course. So it was round two for fish for lunch. This time, they didn't have heads so I decided to try it. Once I was warned about the tiny bones that are pretty hard to separate from the meat, it was time to have a serious talk with my señora about the food I can handle. With a limited vocabulary for such things, I ended up describing my fear of eating things with eyes or other features that associate it with its original form. I think things will be ok from now on.