It's starting to feel like home here - routine is helpful for me in getting anything done. But I keep mixing it up. Today, despite the cold and rain (it's been pouring, I suppose these are the equivalent of March showers) I got up early, wrapped myself up with my sleeping bag and wrote while Beth went off to school. After an hour alternating between freezing (but alert), and warm (but dozy) - I walked across the street to Clasico for a coffee. I threw caution to the wind and instead of asking for a chico, went for grande. In short order the world assumed a bright and cheery new patina. Writing became ridiculously easy - the coffee was delicious! The rain was beautiful! The people were friendly!
The people really are friendly though. Last night a perfect stranger started talking with me as we waited for our empanadas to warm up - he didn't seem to mind the fact that I could only say about 4 broken phrases (one of which is - lo siento, mi Castellano no es bueno). It seems like the perfect place to learn the language though: Everyone wants to chat, a lot of people don't speak any English, and they don't seem to mind that their barrio is overrun with foreigners.
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