perhaps it was the meat, but more likely it was just from all of my movement, day four in los reartes was my ‘sick day.’ i took a much needed break from moving and grooving and got the cottage to myself for the day. while philip and company were out and about, i spent the day sleeping, lounging, & reading.
once all had returned, i was feeling the skip coming back into my step. that evening i had invited everyone out to dinner as a thank you for inviting to the cottage and allowing me to partake in such a lovely vacation week. we went to the one restaurant in town & had ourselves an authentic argentine meal of intestine lining stew, empanadas, maize purees, and other delicacies not immediately coming to mind.
the recuperated miranda.
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