March Preparations and Mexican-Italian

I got my cast off yesterday and life is good! My wrist is sensitive as hell, but it feels great to be rid of that cast. Hopefully, my wrist should be up to snuff in a few days (I hope you are wrong in my case, Ray). The weather is warming up here and already I am anxious for spring!

I have a plan now. Today, I bought tickets to Stockholm, Sweden come March. After Sweden, I intend to journey around Europe for a while to places such as: Berlin, Munich, Paris and Amsterdam. At the end of March, I’ll be heading to Egypt with a couple of much-anticipated buddies!

On Friday, I went to a Mexican restaurant/bar/discotech in Bastilio. It was definitely a unique experience. Mexican/Italian is an interesting event in itself: It’s similar, and yet very different from Mexican in Cali. For starters, the meat was very different in that it’s not so thin and way less fried (of course), but still good. You had to pay for chips and salsa and everybody then used a tiny, miniscule spoon to drop salsa onto each chip before eating, whereas I grabbed my chips… and dipped. Everybody ate their burritos and tacos with knife and fork whilst I just grabbed and started chomping. A different experience for sure. We had white and red wine with dinner, along with the occasional tequila shot where the waiter would place his palm over the shot glass and pound it on the table, immediately handing it to you to shoot. The tequila was fizzy when you were shooting, so I wonder if it was a different type of tequila with carbonation, I’m not sure. At the end of the night, they moved all the tables along the walls of the restaurant and turned it into a dance club; women and men jumped up and danced atop the tables to Latin and Italian musica. I danced salsa with a girl who was pretty good, and merengue with a few others who had no idea, but we had fun. There was an Italian rapper-guy who did a few songs and he seemed good, but it’s hard to judge when you understand so little. Paltro was absent in all this due to a death in his family, so I was left with all the whom guys I play soccer with and only two speak moderate inglese. So, that combined with my own limited Italian managed alright. Actually, they had a lot of fun telling me lines to say to women and I pretended to have no idea what I was saying. Lines like: soccia che bel culo (you have a nice ass) and me la dai? (want to go…?). Lol, it was a strange night… So in conclusion, I have to say that the Mexican food is good, but nowhere near as good as what we eat in SoCal.