A "cold" day (as opposed to the previous two which must have been in the high 20s and it was tank top weather). I am almost over a very bad cold which lasted 2 days. I've done nothing for 3 days except read a trashy Spanish wild west "mini" and attempt to watch a movie which didn't work. And whatever else doing nothing entails.
I went for a walk along the river, it was cloudy and had rained earlier. I really wanted to sit at the bar in the Sardinero in Plaza San Lorenzo and watch the futbol game but I just didn't have the nerve. The inhabitants of the bar consisted only of men, mostly older. WEIRD, if you ask me. I'm not trying to judge, it's just so totally diverso from what I'm used to. Can anyone think of a single public place in Vancouver where you'd find only men? I don't have the nerve to break some kind of unspoken rule that may or may not be in existence in a culture I don't yet understand well. So I sat outside with my Manzanilla. I sipped it slowly and the sky got a bit darker. Some German tourists were nearby ordering lots of food. The plaza is full of couples with kids. Most people are dressed fairly conservatively (children more than anyone else!) and many of them are coming to and from the churches. But there are others which make me feel normal. There are just enough people passing by wearing coats with totally bizarre patterns, or hippy knit sweaters, or all black, in shorts with chain around their neck (a dad). By the time I'd done there were a few women inside. I stepped into the church for a minute just as mass was ending.
This place is one of the most beautiful I could possibly live in...
I thought I had missed the quintet but they were just arriving when I got home. They are now bowing their instruments slowly to a metronome. They asked if it would be okay (LOL!)