TRUE STORY

We were driving around in Prepotto yesterday (Slovene PRAPROT, I love saying that with a man's voice. I sound Russian) looking for a place to park so we could go to an Osmizza (Da Marisa. It's one of the best if you ask me. Check it out. She is always in May) and there were some tables and benches out there FULL of people. Everyone eating eating eating and drinking and drinking and drinking.

Well, what were they eating? You ask.

Well, you Meat Eaters, ever had Roasted Bull?

Because, that was what they were eating: slices of an apparently DELICIOUS BULL THAT WAS SPINNING AROUND ON A GIANT SPIT. The whole body. All of it. Charred head, thorax, hind-end. There for all to contemplate as it made its slow spin.

That was at 3pm.

When we passsed it again at 11pm (yes, good Osmizza) it was still spinning and they were still slicing. This time it was mostly charred bones.

An animal that big on a spit. Even the husband said "Fa Impression!"

You can't make this stuff up. It was really really weird.