Today began, once again, with a return trip from the Z's. This time, however I drove with Mr. Z., who had to go to the pedestrian street Florida in the city center. I tagged along, and then picked up the subway home.
The mission this morning was dual part: first, to start the process of address validation by talking to the police; second, to start the process for obtaining a criminal record for all my heinous activities in my ten-day history in Argentina. The porter drew me a map to the police office I needed for the first document, and from there they directed me to another office for the second document. So, I hopped on the subway and found my way to the right place.
I must here interrupt myself, and say that Argentines have to be some of the sweetest strangers ever. By that, I mean to say that whenever I have approached anyone for help--police/security guards, fellow pedestrians, receptionists/counter workers at businesses--and smiled my hopeless, try-to-see-me-as-cute-and-in-need-of-assistance-please smile, they direct me with a smile of their own (and directions). Works a peach.
Entonces, I went back home to rest my feet. More like my ankle. There was a storm (apparently with hail) predicted for today, so the combination of lots of distance walking and pending storm was a bit painful. I had lunch: yummy crackers and fontina cheese, a freshfreshfresh avocado, a strawberry yogurt (here the yogurt's like the potential offspring of yogurt and jello in texture), and yerba mate. Spanish lesson: it's pronounced jair-bah mah-tay. It's the typical Argentine warm drink, like green tea on steroids. Mega delicioso.
Next, where did I end up? Adivina donde--guess where. The Z's!! There was a meeting of the youth of the church, with whom Mr. and Mrs. Z. work faithfully and compatibly and passionately. What a pleasure to hear their conversations together from the kitchen, while I browsed Facebook. Gotta love Argentine body clocks; they're still here, hanging around and filling every open space with laughter. I should go enjoy that.
Hola to all my friends back home, and back...in places other than home.
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