30 July 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

I got off the Plaza Italia stop and walked up Borges to the Plaza Cortazar.  Two of my favorite writers!

I saw the guy who sold me a pair of shoes a week ago standing outside a completely different El Cid in a different part of town, as though it had been magically transported there. 

There was an arts and crafts fair at the Plaza Cortazar; a motley crew of protesters stood around with banners and signs, complaining about someone who had been complaining about them.  On the way to the Subte, I discovered to my great joy that the 29 bus could take me home.   Before I left I ate una porcion Kentucky from Kentucky pizza and bought some small gifts for my mother, my brother, and my sister.

One more time: the Hipopotamo.  A girl flirted with me across the room and I couldn't believe it was happening.  She finally gave up and left.