Erika and I made Arroz Chaufa for her uncle's housewarming lunch at his place in Constitución. The rice was really good and the vegetable soup was warm and satisfying (one possible antidote on such a rainy and miserable day).
Afterwards, we took a colectivo to Shi Yuan where we ate some of the best vegetarian Chow Mein noodles and aubergine dish I've had in years. I'm not joking. It brough out this agressive gluttony in me that was kinda uncomfortable, to be honest. I was ready and willing to stab someone with the sauce spoon if they moved in too close to me.
From there we took a taxi where Fred and I continued our conversation about Confucius and the gift of purgatory in Buenos Aires, the way it's not only acceptable, but even necessary to be unsure of where you want to go in your life when you come to this city and stay for longer than a few weeks. After all, that's usually one of the reasons you came, not just to place constraints on your sensuality as you trot around on the dance floor, but also to celebrate the places between places. There's so much you can do with a blank page.
At Milion, we finally met Dave and Mersal who we both liked very much, in addition to their UBA expat friends. Mersal and I talked about being Arab in America. I also had a great conversation with Rachel about her native land of South Africa. I think I surprised her that I knew a few things about her country. But then again, the bar has been set so low with Americans and their lack of knowledge of other countries, that it probably wasn't hard to make a good first impression. I did appreciate singing a Johnny Klegg song with her though, I have to say . . . And Henry and I connected--however briefly--about Seattle and the importance of unsatisfied desire in the pursuit of happiness. No matter how much we wish that we could have everything we want, the truth is, it's so important that we never get it. Happiness isn't in the acquisition of things but in the basic awareness of who and what we are, and in the things we know how to love . At least in our gospel.