After spending a week in Spain, I have never been more excited to get home and have a proper meal. Tapas, or simply, small snacks on toothpicks, are NOT a substitute for dinner. And yet, every dinner, I found myself holding a stick instead of a fork. It felt like I walked around a really exotic Costco for a week, getting handed samples of jamón. When it wasn't ham, it was pork liver pâté, WOOF. When I touched down back in the motherland after a 20+ hour travel day, I drove straight to Chic Filet and chanted USA USA USA all the way home.