This is our landlord, Ricardo, whom we affectionately call Ricky (unbeknownst to him). He was over that particular day to fix Josepha's bed, which had broken in the middle of the night for absolutely no reason! She screamed, realized what had happened, and rolled over to the still-attached side of the bed and fell back to sleep. Unfortunately, the night after he came over to fix it (we heard power tools and smelled that really stinky glue), the same exact thing happened... We're anticipating returning to the apartment after Christmas to find a new bed... We hope! In the meantime, Anna Karenina and our big Argentina guidbook, along with a few big vampire novels of Jo's, are supporting her.
Anyway, Ricky is the one who invited us to the asado we went to a month or so ago at his "mujer's" mother's home. I put it in quotes because, while they have a child together and live together, they are not technically married. This, we have learned, is actually quite common here. Interesting in a country that has such extremely Catholic roots, no? But apparently the Catholicism of the country is on the outs as well. While he hasn't given us any breaks on the rent so far, we still like him a lot. He did give us a blender, which I say counts for a lot! Hummus, margaritas, mousse- the uses of the blender are innumerable, and have given us plenty of entertainment in our budding domesticity!
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