EL PAN DE MUERTE

Our Madre serves us the weirdest bread in the world. She serves it at every meal with out fail. Sometimes the pieces are big and other times they are smaller, but I try to avoid this horrible bread at all costs. I have been putting in down my shirt while she is not looking and then emptying it into my suitcase, but now I have quite a large collection of bread. I hope there are ducks in Salamanca so I can feed my bread to them. Quisas los patos les gustara el pan.