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we ate at a tenedor libre today. a tenedor libre is (i guess) castellano for buffet and the only reason we dined there was because it was recommended by the farm people. we had been looking forward to it all visit long because it was an opportunity to eat out and decided today would be a good day to go since we were leaving for chile and didn't have a place to prepare meals. at lunch, we walked in and saw that the restaurant was pretty full - usually a good sign. the rule was that you had to get at least a drink that wasn't included in the price of the buffet. fine. i could deal with that. an order of gin & tonic for me please. food was pretty sub-par but you don't go to a buffet for quality food. it's the quantity that people are after. and there was quantity so you couldn't complain. we noticed that many tables had bread baskets and wondered why we didn't have one. the dude eating at the table next to us had been talking to us about where to visit in argentina and chile and he also had a bread basket. he eventually left once he was done with his food. the waiter man came by to clean up his table then simply shifted the bread basket that once was on that man's table to our table. still full of bread. that's how you got a bread basket.
we've been in mendoza for almost two weeks now and haven't done much more than explore the town on foot and make good use of the apartment and its kitchen. there's a central market that we've been frequenting for produce and bread and we like purchasing produce from this cute old woman who speaks english - i think she likes to show off...we visited her for the last time today and i felt a little sad at the idea that i wouldn't be buying produce from her again.
we head out tomorrow night to santiago to meet my parents.
cebada is castellano for barley. people here roast barley to make malta, a drink that reminds me of coffee.the family grew cebada for the first time this year and katherine and i were responsible for pulling up the cebada, tying them into neat little bundles and then letting them sit around to dry. on day 3 of this operation (last friday), i decided it was a good idea to stab myself in the eye with a cebada stalk. accidentally. oh the pain. apparently, eye doctors don´t work on friday afternoons so i went to see the eye doctor this morning after laura pulled some strings to get me an appointment. i don´t understand much castellano, but i think the doctor said i would survive. if not, i should return after a week. my parents are coming at the end of the month!
