Rehearsing my social skills

Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
Trip End Jun 14, 2006

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Thursday, May 18, 2006

I arrived in Miramar on Monday evening to find the tourist office closed, but fortunately, no dearth of cheap accommodation options on the seafront. I chose one mainly at random, that turned out to be bargain of the century, run by a fellow with a moustache of such grandiose stature that it hid his mouth in such a way that made it impossible to fathom out what he might be saying. He told me (I think) to ask him if there was anything I needed, to which I answered "some information, would be nice, on what there is to do here apart from watch the sun set," at which point he pointed at a man behind me, who ushered me into an office next door. At this point, I was bestowed with all the information I could ever possibly want and more, courtesy of the wonderful Maria Jose. We talked and talked, she in broken English, me in destroyed Spanish, and were later joined by her partner Leandro, and talked some more. Maria Jose offered to take me round the museum the next morning and to come back to their house for lunch. As it was, I stayed after lunch, where they took me out on the lake on a little rowing boat, to see flamingoes and the sun set, and then I had dinner with them too: Maria Jose expertly cooked empanadas, an Argentinian idea whereby pastries are filled with mince, fish, vegetables, or cheese, and one of my favoutite Argentine foods alongside Dulce de Leche (which you know about), Mate (an infusion drunk through a straw to which Argentines are addicted, much as the British are to tea), Facturas (like Danish pastries but in a thousand variations and cheap as can be), Membrillo (the quince jelly of my dieta astringenta, since sampled and loved), and Fiabres (selctions of cold meat), all of which were also abundantly avilable in the home of Majo and Leandro. Si ustedes leyenedo, son gente hermosa a fuera y a dentro igual! I spent the next day with them too, and took them out in for dinner in the evening to say thanks for being wonderful. When I finally left Miramar, I suddenly felt very alone indeed...
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