Chinatown

After a late night last night (more about this in the next blog), we all slept late and headed to shul around 11. We took a cab and found, for the second time, that the cab driver did not know how to get to the Conde and Sucre. Part of the problem is that the train line runs at grade and there are only a few places where cars can cross. After a long, circular journey, we arrived, walked in, and found a few stragglers at kiddush. Friday was a holiday for all the schools -- Dia del Maestro (Day of the Teacher), for which Eve made some delicious cookies to give to each of the kids' teachers -- so I suspect many people went away for the weekend.

We took a long walk (it was a beautiful spring day here) back across Cabildo (the main avenue through Belgrano) and over to the miniscule Chinatown. We had a decent lunch, although we made a note to return to the all vegetarian restaurant next time -- the one we went to was recommended for its rabbit and venison.

But then we stopped into the Chinese supermarkets and found them full of wonderful, and cheap goods -- including Manteca de Mani (peanut butter, available almost nowhere else), beans and even vegetarian ramen (which seems to no longer be available in our Stop and Shop back home). We made a note to return with a big backpack.

Home for a little "spud" playing at our nearby park (on John F. Kennedy Boulevard, in the shadow of the Embassy, and beneath a towering statue to FDR (surrounded by a huge gate, which seems to have kept out graffitti artists, but also cleaning people. Right-arm raised, he has seen better days).

We returned to watch a little more of the US Open. They were replaying for the seventh time...the Argentinian Del Potro's quarter final match. You would think there was only one person playing in this whole tournament.

And soon I'm off to bed -- I have been sick to my stomach for a day now.