The Argentinians from Canada have finally arrived at Eastern Camp. I have been waiting for them all week! I wanted to sit in the afternoons and drink tereré and speak Spanish with them but their son told me they weren’t coming til Friday. This afternoon I was walking around drinking my never-ending iced tea and I heard someone say in Spanish, “who’s drinking mate?!” We didn’t even say a word of English for several minutes after that. It was like a breath of fresh air! I miss my castellano (but she would say ca-ste-SHA-no) and its special ways of saying things.
Anyway, before I was through with the termo of water, Kathy and I were invited (when she gets here) to their house in canada for an asado.
I’m glad they’re coming to Richmond this weekend! They’re even giving me some of their yerba! Mmmm…I enjoy RosaMonte.
-j
I'm Jason, and I like to write.
And Christopher and I thank you for sharing your terere with us even though we didn’t speak Castellano with either one of you.
It tasted sooooo good on that hot afternoon!