I was supposed to have lunch with somebody I met online through Language Exchange, a site where people who want to practice their language skill meet. We had plans to meet today, but I didn't have his phone number, and I guess he hasn't been online recently. This phenomenom is pretty common, and Hugo tells me that every foreigner he's ever met has expressed suprised at how many plans seem to fall through.
Thus, I'm eating lunch alone in a local parillia (grill), but actually quite okay with it. Somehow this is easier to do when travelling than in DC. Of course, it's also easy to eat well here. My lunch of chorizo, 1/2-size steak, and a liter of beer is 25 pesos, less than $8. Plus, I bought the newpaper yesterday, so I'm plowing through a few articles. The article about the death of John Travlota's son was about the level of People Magazine, so no dictionary needed. More difficult, but understable, was the article about the public transportation prices here rising 20-25%. Israel attacking Gaza, on the other hand, is difficult to understand. (double-meaning is intentional!)
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