I fiddled around the house much of the day. I’ve been in the process of transferring this blog from WordPress hosting to GoDaddy hosting, for greater customizability and whatnot. Many repetitions of: click something on the computer, wander away, and read while it sorts itself out.
V. gave me a chicken-hamburger with rice, which was juicy and delectable. It took me four tries to figure out what she was offering, as hamburguesa is of course pronounced without the ‘h.’ It’s interesting how, when learning languages, it’s often harder to recognize English-esque words than it is to recognize foreign words. Perhaps your ear is listening so hard for the other language that it rejects the possibility that this could be a cognate of a word you already know. (I encountered this a lot in Hindi, too. “दो पेंस / d̪o pens? Whatever could that mean? … oh. Tuppence.”)
In the evening, I went to the hostel where R. works — an elegant building on the edge of one of Valpo’s hills, with views of the bay and the cargo containers. R. cooked dinner for M., B., a German girl, and myself, and we sat together and joked about our adventures the previous night. We spent some time on her front patio, which was bitterly chilly, but had a marvelous night-ocean view. After our low-key dinner, I decided to head home: a little too tired for further nightlife.