Last evening´s companions were a German woman who speaks English and a Spanish woman who speaks German. And me. It was amusing and I realise I can follow along to the general idea of German as much as I can Spanish. I just miss the punch lines.
It reminded me of a time in Piacenza that involved a Morrocan woman, an African man who spoke great English and Italian, a Morrocan boy who spoke Italian and me.
Today is the first day of Pascua and I watched Christ´s effigy (or one of them, I think there maybe a few) being carried through the streets of BA as I trotted off to get my queso, vino and fresh figs. mmmmmm
Did I dance last night? Yes and no. Was it ok? Yep. Was the dancing good? Yes and no.
Am I starting to get keen to find my bed? Yes. Am I, however, content? Si.