Sweet Breads, Music, and Friends: Day 13

Best part of the day: My new friend F.
        Tonight I hung out with F, one of the congregation at La Mision; one of the youth to whom the Zs minister. We walked around Recoleta, had ice cream, and then played some guitar and shared favorite musicians, bands, songs. His English is impeccable. His smile is stellarly friendly. And he's Colombian, from Bogota, so we had much to talk about!
Worst part of the day: Waiting at the doctor's office for my pre-occupational examination.
        This morning, really early, I had to go to ESMINSA to get a checkup that is (in Argentina) mandatory before obtaining a job. They really don't mess around--blood test, blood pressure, visual, am-I-pregnant scan...all of it. But I then got a whole day free, so I started by treating myself to sweetbreads from a panaderia I passed on the way home. The photo's up on Facebook.
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So, after the appointment this morning, I came home at around eight thirty or nine o'clock with the sweetbread, and enjoyed myself thoroughly while eating it. Then I opened my guitar case, and then before I knew it it was one in the afternoon. How nice to have a day to chill after a fastpaced weekend. Don't get me wrong--I loved both sides of the coin. It's just that one offsets the other ideally. So I played guitar, and facebooked. Very relaxing. Then I decided I should eat something, and then I felt lazy. I'd been sedentary basically all day, so I deemed it time to make an excursion to discover the park in Palermo. I had heard much about it, and I had about two hours to spare, so I set off.
There was some sort of accident or fire today on the next street over, it seems. All day I kept hearing sirens, and I walked past, seeing a crowd and several fire engines and police cars. Hope people are okay; I still have no idea what happened.
When I got to the Plaza Alemania, I decided I wanted to keep walking. The marvelous sunlight, Spring breeze, and Spring smell were intoxicating. Eventually I found a big ol' tree stump--the kind perfect for just sitting--and just sat. I listened to my iPod, sent some emails, and relaxed.
Soon I headed home, to get showered and get the apartment tidied up before I hung out with F. I made myself some popcorn, and it tasted delectable.
When F came and rang the bell for my apartment, he said he couldn't recognize my voice, that it sounded like a child's. He's right; I really do have a purely childish voice sometimes. Anyway, the porter wished me well, and we were off. Then the "Best of the day" listed above occurred, and as I played guitar and sang, and listened to him play, and heard his stories and shared mine, I got a sense of how truly God does orchestrate each human relationship for our benefit. He is using F and I as encouragements to one another, as we are both far from family, on our own. Plus, we're both crazy, so that keeps life fun. (:

I'm off to bed soon. Can't forget to close the shutters. Goodnight!