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Okay, so what did I do yesterday? Jogged down Guemes to Malabia, then back down Charcas to Coronel Diaz. Saw a pacifier named Meg and a pirate-themed shirt that said “Momi’s Treasure” with an X marking the spot. Wanted to buy it for Woody’s birthday, but I don’t know his size and I doubt it would fit him by the time I get back home. Had coffee and a cheese-filled medialuna. Overrated. I’d rather have three of the plain ones at half the price. (I listen to a lot of electronica and have become a connoisseur of medialunas.) I remember learning that the prettiest girls are from Argentina in Sra. Paetterson’s Spanish III Pre-AP class. I think it’s true. From breakfast I walked to get my phone from the locutorio on Uruguay; ducked into a few stores on Av. Santa Fe along the way. Didn’t leave the locutorio until I knew the phone worked. Sat on a bench at Vicente Lopez. Wandered into a church across the street, hoping to find a public restroom, couldn’t find it so I sat down in a pew and paid my respects. An older lady was crying on the kneeler. I left around the same time she did, Then went to Los Maestros for a cheap empanada de cuatro quesos. Ben surprised me there and had two slices of pizza and agua con gas before his dentist appointment. As I was sitting there, I got a few text messages back – my phone works! Once Ben left I walked through Recoleta, bought some ice cream at Volta and sat down to read in Recoleta Park. A strand of my hair looks particularly copper today. Sat down against the same lamppost to read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest (I’m at the part where McMurphy and Cheswick want to watch the World Series) and a Red Cross volunteer asks me for money for AIDS. I tell him I gave money last week (I bought a horoscope card for 25 centavos from a guy on the street raising money for kids with AIDS.) I finish a few chapters and wander around the design district. Nothing I need. The fabulous white leather sofa from Miami (pronounced Mee-ah-mee) has been replaced with a velvet purple upholstered model. The store owner is busy and doesn’t recognize me, but I remember him as the man who told me, “Texas is a great city.” From there I went to Recoleta Cemetery to write a bit before calling home on Ben’s Vonage phone for Woody’s birthday.

Took the craziest subte home from Cordoba/Callao. Habia un monton de gente. But I made it home in time to quickly change and grab a soy burger before Annemarie met up with us for choripan. I wasn’t too sure about eating meat from a stand over by the ecological reserve. The cab driver looked at us like we were crazy. It’s not the most glamorous of locations. Damian, Pancho, Martin (of course), and Juan from work were there. Along with this girl named Sabrina. She was really sweet. Annemarie force-fed me pork (it was okay.) and chorizo (it was amazing!) Jenny scoffed, but she’s only been a vegetarian for two years. The chorizo was smothered in chimichurri and mustard sauce. Steak is nothing compared to that.

From there Martin drove us to Museum, where I ran into Alison Rodman (UT Theta from Austin, two years younger than I.) The world is so small.

Other US encounters:
1. Gillea Allison, at her house (planned)
2. Several Texans at the ACORN meeting (planned)
3. Sara Blaylock, walking along Av Libertador from work (uplanned)
4. Conrad Brown, at dinner (planned)

Chau Chau. Off to get some coffee!