Malta

Just back from Malta. Laid on the beach, got a tan and tried some Maltese cuisine.

Traditional Maltese Food = Rabbit.

So on Jay and Jay's order = Rabbit.

I take one bite of the rabbit (it was the rabbit's leg). All I can think about is my pet rabbit I had when I was 8. Her name was Snowy. I nearly vomit in disgust and can't take another bite of that poor bunny's leg.

Other Jay then finishes the first bit of the rabbit leg and finds herself feeling sick herself.

I never thought it would affect me this way, but for the rest of the trip Jay and I went vegetarian. Even on the flight back I could touch that slab of chicken they served us. Feel so sick.

We should not have ordered it. I should have known better.