I can now cross "caracoles" off the ol' bucket list.

IMG_2501, originally uploaded by meajanerin.

Every year around this time, Spaniards get their panties in a bunch out of excitement for the seasonal arrival of "caracoles," or snails, on literally every dining establishment's menu in Andalusia. And I'm not talking about escargots soaked in butter. I'm talking snails. Still in their shells. Intestines and excrement included ("It adds flavor!"). And the Spanish go wild for them!

In my opinion, I think it has something to do with the association to summertime approaching, along with scalding hot weather. It's kind of like Americans and barbecues. As soon as it hits 50 degrees (Fahrenheit) in my hometown, people will flood the supermarkets to stock up on disgustingly over-mayo'ed salads, corn husks and pasteurized beef. It's an iconic moment (especially for men) when people can finally allow themselves to feel a little glimmer of hope that the snow is indeed gone for the next few months (sometimes only two to three in my hometown).

Anyway, we tried it and it wasn't TOO bad. HOWEVER, it's still weird to see a fully-intact face (antennas included), which you have to bite onto to pull out the rest of the snail from it's shell.

     

                     Click on the photo above for a closer encounter