My feet... and fish

If you know me well, you know that I'm obsessive about washing my feet. Maybe it's because I have the worst looking feet known to man kind, feet that make your children go run and hide. So anyways being here with open toed shoes constantly has made me have pure anxiety. As I walked through the fish market this morning there was water all over the cobble stoned floor, and then I realized no it's not water it's fish guts... well it has to be. So I ran back to the restaurant bathroom, locked the door and threw my dirty fishy feet into the sink. Matteo if your reading this... this is also what took me so long. Sorry, but not really.