We got a bit of an earlier start this morning and were able to drop Paco off in time not just to walk to school, but also to stop at Havanna and have a quick café. Ah, what a difference. School was fine, I think both Steve and I miss the group classes, but the small break before and after without rushing to get Paco is a treat. After school, we needed to shop to 2 things: Steve needed new boots (the sole of his had ripped off in Mendoza and he needs them for El Calafate) and I really wanted another pair of pants. So we split up and in a power shopping effort we both found success. Amazingly, I found a pair of jeans (thanks to an incredible sales girl throwing me jeans over the curtain rod) in 10 minutes for 55 pesos. That is about 18 dollars. Funny side note, my first formal Spanish teacher speaks a dialect from Madrid. She refuses to say the word "los jeans" (which they say pretty much everywhere but Spai, and perhaps in Spain as well) in an effort to protect her idiom from English cognates. Me, being a dutiful student, still cannot say "jeans" without feeling that I am going to get an specific, exasperated, look. But, the phrase she uses is, "pantalones vaqueros," which means cowboy pants. You can imagine the look I got when I forgot to say "jeans" in the shop.
Steve paid substantially more for his boots, but was successful nonetheless. After our mad shopping dash, we made out way to Panda to collect Paco, who was happily playing. He told me they had smushed potatoes for lunch. I think this place is big on starches. We decided that 2 weeks was too long to go without Mexican and tried the local place, Zapata. It was a nice change from the parillas and pasta. I had seafood fajitas and Steve lomo (I think that is tenderloin) fajitas. Paco was very happy with tortillas con frijoles.
After a ice cream indulgence and a a taxi back to Gisela's we all passed out for a major siesta. To be honest, I felt horrible and practically fell asleep while waiting for Paco to finish his ice cream. Steve sweetly took care of Paco so I could rest more, until it was time to serve Paco dinner. It took more effort to get him to sleep (a late nap and ice cream, I am sure). But he loved Gisela's chorizo. For the adults, Gisela made a salad with cabbage, lettuce and radishes, and something else that I have no idea what it was. But that, with the chorizo and some rolls were just perfect. They held dinner until I could get Paco down. Steve is really enjoying the camaraderie of the house.
I stayed up way too late trying to purchase tickets for our next international trip, to England in January, and I pretty much blew off my homework. It is a vacation after all?
Oh, a note, when we got home we found much of our laundry had been done and ironed! Poor Marissa. I will have to wash a few things by hand or she will never catch up.
-Erin
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