Better late than never?
Here are a few of the pictures from my 21st birthday, which was April 25th. I realize it might look lame from what you see here, but I prefer the term "low-key." At the time I was fresh off the buquebus (a bus-boat combo trip that takes you from Buenos Aires to Montevideo and back on one ticket) from our trip to Tandil for the long weekend, so a semi-surprise dinner party at home was just perfect.
Captions will explain what you can see of the dinner below, but here's a rundown of what else happened that day:
- Care package from home! Yes, mom, it took well over a month to arrive, but that's okay. Really. American peanut butter + craisins + the clothing I ordered online at the beginning of February = surprisingly wonderful birthday presents.
- Lost in the park. The group from Trampolines was meant to go on a field trip to the amusement park and I was meant to meet them there. It turns out that during the school day amusement parks on the beach are a very popular spot for school groups, and so I spent about 2 hours covertly following various hordes of children dressed in white smocks (all of them basically have the same uniform at that age) NONE of which were my group. For how long is it socially acceptable to semi-stalk groups of small children as a single white female of 21 years and average height? One simply never knows.
- Walk in the park. Using glass-half-full logic, I wasn't lost in the park--I was simply enjoying a nice stroll along the Rambla and Parque Rodo. It actually was a beautiful day, so I can't complain about the stalking-against-my-will part too much.
- Skype-a-thon. Thanks so much to everyone who joined me for the late-night wine skype, and the family skype after that, and the breakfast skype the next morning. If you're not among those implied above, let's fix the fact we haven't skyped in so long: N-gela is my user name. Add me.
Left: Everybody waiting in the kitchen to surprise me. They almost pulled it off completely, too! My host mom's poker face gave way that morning when she asked me for either Erica or Merelise's phone number "to ask how their apartment is going." Oh, Cuca. :D
Right: They made me french toast!! ....and pizza! Really great stuff all around.
Left: I somehow ended up with two cakes (or 1.5?), both dripping in dulce de leche. They also gave me a Peñarol jersey, which officially makes me a fan of one half of the biggest sports rivalry in town.
Right: Lily says it's a tradition in Chile for the birthday boy/girl to take the first bite of cake...from the whole cake. Naturally, this was my response.
Both: Not really birthday-related, but Mary bought an excellent shirt at the Tienda Inglesa close to where she lives. Featuring poorly-translated English flanked by leather sleeves. Oh boy.
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