The first week of Spanish language class is over. The weekend stretches out before me like the red, purple, and yellow subway lines on the Buenos Aires map. I am a blue line expert now. These other colors are just waiting to be explored.
Okay, true confessions. I went off the wagon. After speaking and writing (poorly) in Spanish 90% of the time for the past six days, I went on a bender. I spent a solid two hours chatting nonstop in English with my neighbor. That's right. Jean lives in Aptos. We went to lunch, which is what women of a certain age do.
You know how it is when you're wandering the streets of a wildly unfamiliar city. Follow your instricts. We discovered a very chee-chee place that none of the younger students would be the least bit interested in. It had cloth napkins, wine goblets on the tables, and waiters in jackets and ties. I had the lunch special which includes wine, dessert, coffee, soup or salad, and a beautiful entre. I had the fish. Amazingly fresh and delicious. This was my most expensive meal so far - US$20.
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