On My Own: Day 4

This morning I spent with the Zs, and then made my way to the main street in their neck of the woods for shopping. I found what I needed--a low-cost black purse that I really like--and continued to the subway station to get closer into the city. I was getting near desperate for postcards and an adaptor. The plugs here look like this:

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Bought it from a street vendor on Florida, seven pesos. Works just fine.

When I got back to my apartment at about two, I had lunch, chatted with sisters, Dad, and boyfriend. Then I napped a much-needed nap. :)

I also had budget figuring to do. Since I have been at the Z's every night so far, I've always had dinner--the major meal--there, or at least with them at McDonald's, like last night. (By the way, I am of the opinion that Argentine McD's meat beats out any US meat. Yep, having everything be organic is a very good thing.) So, I have not really had to concern myself with groceries until now. And now it is concerning, what with a quick view of my fridge and counter.

Approaching dinner time an hour ago, I realized I have no butter. No eggs. No can opener for the chick peas. I don't even have olive oil yet. Goal for tomorrow: GROCERIES. Needless to say, dinner was interesting: frozen peas (warmed up), fresh potato from the produce shop three doors down (microwaved, because the oven looks like it was here before civilization, and doesn't close), and a glass of milk. I am totally okay with that for the moment, but it will have to change. :)

Today as I went about my business, even my landlady checked in on me. I am well taken care of, friends. Her explanation was that I'm the youngest renter she and her sister have ever had, and, well, I completely believe her! How cool to be a record setter, and to have this whole opportunity. I love it.

I think I'll play guitar for a bit, and then tuck in for the night. Buenas noches!