Un Paseo en Ramos Mejìa
On Tuesday morning we walked the 15 blocks to the center of Ramos Mejía. It was quite warm which I had not expected so I put on a pullover sweater. The sky is overcast but rain is not in the forecast. I pushed Mark Xavier’s stroller and Clayton and Javier walked behind me. We were taking MX for his physical therapy session. Laura met us there. She had classes to teach before meeting us. MX’s therapist is named Gloria and she is really good. He responds to her very well. The PT is in preparation for his upcoming surgery and placement of braces that should help him walk. (Laura and Javier continue the PT at home every day.)
Clayton and I walked on to the photo place to leave some digital pictures to be printed. The sidewalk was quite crowded as we walked along. The sights and sounds came back to us as we listened to the train whistle, the train barrier going down, the car horns and the people talking. It did not seem strange at all to hear Spanish being spoken. We wondered how it would be after nine months of little Spanish but it was so natural. We stopped in our favorite coffeeshop, Eidleweiss, and had coffee – actually I had a capucchino and Clayton had a banana shake (it doesn’t have ice cream in it). It was fun to sit at the little table and watch people pass by, watch the waiters attend to the clients, and listen to the hum of conversation. One of the things that I don’t miss here though is the cloud of cigarette smoke in the coffeeshops and restaurants.
We continued to walk and soon headed back to the townhouse where Laura and family live. We stopped in a small grocery store to pick up some items I will need to make the chicken potpie, one of Laura’s favorite meals. I make it from scratch with a little adaptation of the original recipe.
Even the crowing of the rooster each morning seems somewhat natural though it is out of place in the city. Many people move in from the interior and continue their “country” habits. So after almost 25 years here, we are accostumbed to the unusual as the usual!
Clayton and I walked on to the photo place to leave some digital pictures to be printed. The sidewalk was quite crowded as we walked along. The sights and sounds came back to us as we listened to the train whistle, the train barrier going down, the car horns and the people talking. It did not seem strange at all to hear Spanish being spoken. We wondered how it would be after nine months of little Spanish but it was so natural. We stopped in our favorite coffeeshop, Eidleweiss, and had coffee – actually I had a capucchino and Clayton had a banana shake (it doesn’t have ice cream in it). It was fun to sit at the little table and watch people pass by, watch the waiters attend to the clients, and listen to the hum of conversation. One of the things that I don’t miss here though is the cloud of cigarette smoke in the coffeeshops and restaurants.
We continued to walk and soon headed back to the townhouse where Laura and family live. We stopped in a small grocery store to pick up some items I will need to make the chicken potpie, one of Laura’s favorite meals. I make it from scratch with a little adaptation of the original recipe.
Even the crowing of the rooster each morning seems somewhat natural though it is out of place in the city. Many people move in from the interior and continue their “country” habits. So after almost 25 years here, we are accostumbed to the unusual as the usual!
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