I ended up in the best ice cream parlor in the world (in my world, at the very least). The creamy strawberry that was placed on top of my vanilla and toffee cone was absurdly attractive, shaped into a point that mimicked wizard hats, obalesques. My sister had a ice pop yesterday that tasted like the jello pops we ate as children: that may even be able to compete with my fancy cone.
After a few days off of steak, I am craving it terribly. The meat here is as good as it gets. Julie and I got makeovers at the local department store, as we were wandering around town, and now seems like a good time for a barbecue. Dinner isn´t until at least 10.
I saw some protestors on the Avenida de Mayo--so many men and women with empty eyes.
I also bought such smooth Mate that I have officially cemented my addiction.
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