Just imagine!

Only when I arrived yesterday after a sleepless but funny night on an overcrowded, festival destined plane did I realize that I had left the winter behind. I was wearing long pants, stockings, undershirt, velor turtleneck AND a sweater as I spent the day trying to organize an apartment for the next 9 days. Then there was finding it, getting things to work and then finding Jack, all of which took place in due time - BA time, which apparently drives son Jack crazy. Me? I was so exhausted that I didn't notice that I everything was taking place in slo-mo.

Jack "took" me to a lovely little restaurant with two flights of marble steps to get there, the waiter dressed in black, speaking a soft lilting Spanish, a Spanish Jack has taken to, and then a menu that really was tight and smart - only about 5 offerings for first, second and third courses, and what we had was heavenly - I a grilled white fish with mint and something that seemed like rutabaga or parsnips. Jack had an unbelievably creamy, crusty sweet dulce leche creme brulee which looked to die for; I didn't want to spoil his enthusiasm by telling him it was Lent but ultimately had to watch him as he ate alone, my eyes saying it all!

Afterwards we walked around Recoleto, found a functioning ATM machine, and he took me back to Abasto in a cab. He checked out my apartment by using the bathroom (always) and we listened to the oud music next door. He was exhausted and left to go to bed although he had plans dangling with some friend.

Now that I've washed my hair, eated partially raw boiled eggs with my heavy bread and green tea, I'm ready to hit the road and explore! I will send more substance later.