Webster defines "magic" as: The art that purports to control or forecast natural events, effects, or forces by invoking the supernatural. The lunch we had in San Telmo was magic- who know meat and bread could taste so good if cooked over an open flame? Oh wait... we all do- which is why bbq's are so popular. The magical part of this bbq was that we got it in the middle of a crowded street that was shut off for construction. As you can see, it is far from a gourmet kitchen....or grill..... Was it safe? I hope so and it seems so thus far. Did it taste good? It was the tastiest meal 5 pesos could buy!
We all love magic. We wish we were magic..... and for a moment today, I truly thought I could make things appear in a way that only a magical person could. Greg and I were on the Subte (subway for you American folks) heading to a market in San Telmo. The dirt and dust bothers my nose and, for some time now, I really needed a tissue. I was not about to resort to a "Farmer's Blow"- which was Greg's charming idea. So I sat on the train wishing for a tissue- perhaps the only thing that could possible make me happier at the time. Well, lo and behold, I looked down on my purse and what did I see? Perfectly situated on my bag were two packs of pocket tissues. This was too good to be true. I actually wished tissues on myself.
The train stopped at my stop, and I pranced off, tissues in hand, elated that I could finally blow my nose. My mom had always told me that you always get what you focus on...... I should have listened sooner.
After several hours in San Telmo, Greg and I got on the Subte to return home. We sat down, and as the train is about to depart, a small child runs onto the train. She is carrying a huge bag and starts walking down the isle placing the contents of the bag onto people's laps. She was handing out tissues...... then a few minutes later she walked back down the isle.. either collecting the tissues or collecting money from the people who had wanted to keep the tissues. Guess I'm not so magic after all.
Word of the day: cagarse- literally, "to break down or fall apart".... also translated can mean "to be shitted" as in "Mi computadora le me caga (a derivative of cagarse)....Literally: My computer shat itself to me..... in other words.... my computer is screwed up through no fault of my own.
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