Was in a food coma from last night through mid day today…kind of like a terrible hang over, but it was this fantastically light, dazey feeling. All because of the biggest and best (maybe not the best ever, my dad does up a mean one) filet mignon: bistec de lomo. Blake, Ingmar, and I went to this parilla down the street (a parilla is this Argentinian open flame grill). Blake did this meal justice with his post about it. I won´t try to top his, so check out these photos and just let your taste buds imagine:
This is the one shot I took…then I gorged and left no morsel to remain.
….So asleep, that Blake let me sleep in until 10am! Awesome!
Lunch = Migas sandwich. I´m beginning to think that Migas reminds me of Midas. Like each sandwich has the Migas touch. Ha ha…get it…the Midas touch….the Migas touch… (each sandwich is so delicious it´s as quality as gold). Good joke, I know, right? ç
Blake, gettin´after it with the La Montaña Spanish School cat chillin:
I just had the two most righteous sneezes I´ve ever had! They sunk the Titanic!
Walking around town in the afternoon, I met my new best friend…