i've started a tradition of eating an alfajor every day. it is the most delicious cookie/moonpie ever. it is afternoon sex's substitute. i'm going to a fabulous party full of empanadas and argentine pizza and foreigners from across hemisheres equators rivers county lines and so on to celebrate someones birthday. isnt that pretty? i found charles bukowski one block away from me, and it is my bedtime story. ham on rye has somehow become my midnight snack, and it was you who introduced it to me. i wish you were here. although so much of the people in my world down here are being robbed, so i'm glad you are not being robbed or held up at gunpoint. we should go to mexico sometime and buy some chic bullet proof gear as seen on nyt. then we can go to rio and not worry so much.
i am memorizing facts about obscure countries in the world, snacking on strips of zanahorias, radichetas, y repollas before i go to my first couch surfing event. i couldn't be more excited. i need to couchsurf south america asap. step one advance.
i need an alfajor. also i went into the supermarket across the store with 20 pesos for 3 bottles of wine, and i think the fact that what i owed was exactly 20 pesos is a good omen.
there are so many things happening this week.
i'm sneaking into manu chao this weekend and visiting the underground tunnels of mansions and picketing and sunbathing in the plazas watching children juggle.
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