We’re sort of getting used to the place. Más o Menos. At least we are no longer in the hotel, but a few days ago moved into our apartment, where we will spend the next two years. There is almost nothing in it — a few pieces of rented living room furniture, a little dining table, and a bed. The rest of the rather large place is empty, awaiting the delivery of our kit and caboodle to rejoin us — some from DC, some from Buenos Aires.
At the end of the moving and settling chaos, I hope to get back to real life and real work. There are two projects in my mind and I am not yet able to decide between them.
Meanwhile, I am writing this from here:
I’ve changed my traditional evening glass of wine before dinner, to a more local tradition — a shot of cognac-like tequila, chased with a shot of sangrita maria, which here they make with mescal and chiles, instead of vodka and black pepper.
Let the force be inside you.
Hasta luego, mi amigos.