We discovered that ‘fire’ in Catalan was ‘fok’, and Jett, my nine year old, laughed inappropriately in his adopted Catalan Grandfather’s face every time he repeated the unfortunate word. I thought, oh little Jett, you are immature at times.
Then, half an hour later, I discovered we were going to eat something called ‘fartons’ and I couldn’t resist taking a photo of it to prove it. Small things amuse small minds, they say.
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