Champagne? Chorizo?

Wow. The parilla yesterday was nice. Chock-a-block
filled with diplomats new and experienced. I met the
Swiss Ambassador to Argentina, and he and his wife
appeared a lot more kind and approachable than I would
have imagined (I didn't actually get to speak with
them). The CdA was also very kind -- I actually got to
speak to him for a bit, when he sat down at the table
I was at. He's been to Seattle and enjoyed it. And, as
the diplomat, he was quite complimentary, considering
it probably rained a lot while he was there...

Oh, and I'll mention that this event was the first
time I'd ever gone to a private party in a home, where
there was waitstaff. For me, not like I'm a Poor
Bumpkin Girl, it was like stepping in to a movie. I
hadn't considered beforehand who would be serving the
food.

Though, I quickly figured out that the people most
accustomed to being waited on in this manner said the
least to the waitstaff. Initially, I found myself
saying 'gracias' every time something was presented to
me. Then, I started doing so less frequently.

There was a black lab at the house, and it was so
wonderful to be around a dog with personality again.
He is only 7 months old, and his charm and personality
is not as developed as Tosi's was. However, Leo is
young and has time to work all that out.

I've come to really love dogs over the past couple
years.

All in all, it was a nice day. Though, the flamenco
show in the evening was a bit too much for me, and
also not quite traditional (traditional does not
include an electric guitar...). It also got quite
loud, and I felt like a little old geriatric when
after we left, I commented I had a raging headache
because the music had been so loud at the end. I'm not
that old...