Dans Le Noir.

I thought it would be comfortable in the dark, and I was for the most part. The worst part was walking in to the table and feeling the pull on my arm thinking I would be separated from the group I tried so hard to keep my hand on Chelsea’s shoulder as we were pulled into the darkness. I ate with my hands, as it was too difficult to find the food using a fork. I tasted smoked salmon. I had no idea what the rest of what I ate was, but it tasted good until I tried the dessert. I do not like grapefruit. I found out the “steak” we had was actually bison, and I realized that had I known that before I would have never eaten it. So perhaps it took this experience to broaden my senses and help me look, and taste things differently and without fear.