Vegetarians aren't welcome in this country.
I've been sitting at the vegetarian table since they established it, because virtually every meat dish has pork in it, and I've really enjoyed myself; we have some great vegetarians at the summer school.
But our meals have gotten rather depressing. First off, the kitchen just can't wrap their heads around the no-meat principle. They brought soup yesterday that had sausage in it, and this evening one of the salads had little ham cubes.
And that's not the worst of it. Today, the main dish was noodles with strawberry sauce. That's good enough on it's face, but how much noodles and strawberry sauce (unsweetened of course) do you think you could eat? Not very filling.
The greatest tragedy of all was this evening, as all the other tables were served plates of enormous sausages with onions. We, on the other hand, had our thoughtless ham salad, bread, butter, jam, soy pate and raw cabbage. I tell you what, I am just stuffed. I couldn't eat another cabbage leaf if you paid me to. So filling!
So, yeah, I ate a lot of bread and jam, which was really good. But I'm by no means satisfied.
We're also bordering on social outcasts now. Our table wasn't in its usual place tonight and people would sit down only to dash away, quite literally, when we pointed out that we were vegetarians. "I'm going to go eat real food," one said. Lovely.
A bunch of malnourished lepers we're becoming. But I always have my protein bars.