Edgardo kindly invited Jim e and me for lunch at his place, which was really great for both of us. Jim e had been a bit frustrated about not getting a chance to speak Spanish as much as he wanted.

After lunch, we walked to Cafe Tortoni where a famous elderly Argentinian poet named Sabado sat down at a nearby table surrounded by his fans.

I made a silly joke about how hard it was to read his work, since it was only available one day a week (sabado means Saturday in Spanish). It turns out my joke is incorrect for some reason which I’ll try to remember and write here.

Later that day, I called my friend Ezequiel from the World Social Forum in Porto Alegre three years ago. He told us to meet him at a private club which had no sign. We buzzed the doorbell to get in. I enjoyed seeing Ezequiel again, even if Edgardo did get a bit jealous (mistakenly since Ezequiel is totally straight). For some reason, the people living in Buenos Aires, that is the porteños, call straight people “pakis”. It seems odd since Spanish speakers could think it means people from Pakistan as well.