Jueves.

Thursday Steve and Paco went to the zoo and I walked down the Avenida Santa Fe, looking for Argentine maps and materials to take back to California. We all met up with Marcel and Marilú for lunch at one of the best meals we have ever had here in BA. The restaurant is in Palmero, close to our apartment. Paco ate a plate full of roasted peppers. It was a sight. There is never enough time with Marilú and I could chat with her all day. Alas we had to get Paco to a nap, so Marcleo drove us back to the apartment. Paco immediately passed out and we had to wake him up to dine with Marcos. As usual, Marcos got us out of our Parilla rut and took us to a hip place for dinner. We walked the 4 short blocks. We introduced Marcos to rosé wine (Argentine of course) nice and cold for the warm evening. There was not much on the menu for Paco, but he was thrilled that there were finally pitted black olives to be had in Argentina and ate two bowls. I was enchanted by the fried ravioli and Steve's salmon with lentils was pretty good. Paco and I left the boys to go to bed (stopping for ice cream along the way). But we were so covered in mosquito bites that we could not sleep. It was pretty challenging. Paco also, at one point, fell off of his bed, face down on the floor. Then he woke up about 45 minutes later and tripped over his car seat on his way to me, sleeping on the sofa (Steve’s snoring drove me away). Poor kid.

You know I genuinely thought I would visit more museums this week and not just shop and study Spanish... But after a month of filling my brain with Spanish and seeing new places, I am just tired! And I am enjoying getting to know our new neighborhood. Ah, perhaps next time.