Play of the day

Yesterday, I spent a fine and extremely lazy Sunday in my apartment. Two American friends came over for a late brunch. I made New Mexican breakfast burritos: yes, real green chile and real cheddar cheese that I made my mother smuggle into the country. While my own didn’t quite match the inimitable breakfast burritos of the Frontier (pictured above and a breakfast mainstay in my hometown), they were delicious.

We passed the afternoon sipping mimosas and chatting in English and so, when night fell and I finally left the house for a little walk, I was a bit startled to remember how far from home I still am. That’s the play of the day, folks: Nothing like walking out into a Buenos Aires night to heighten the contrast between where I’ve been and where I am.