I made a tzatziki sauce for New Year’s. I don’t know what the rest are making, but now they can dip it! They didn’t have all the tools in the hostel, but I did my
I made a tzatziki sauce for New Year’s. I don’t know what the rest are making, but now they can dip it! They didn’t have all the tools in the hostel, but I did my best.
If someone complains about tzatziki being from Greece and not from Sweden, I’ll just say that the distance between Athens and Stockholm is the same as between Buenos Aires and Ushuaia!
I met this lovely Brazilian couple. They were so talkative, despite all language differences. The guy were originally from São Paulo, and I described that in Belem, people thought I was French, in Brasilia, they thought American, and in Rio, they thought Dutch, while in São Paulo, nobody cared a shit. He loved that. We also had a long prayer before the meal, and he looked into my eyes and waited for me to say “amen”. I did. It’s New Year’s Eve, give and take.
The funny thing is that for some reason, New Year’s food has to be vegetarian! So to the right is the most deliciously spiced lentil soup I’ve eaten in my life. Way better than the Eritrean (which is also very good!). It’s like the spices of the falafel in Curitiba … so extremely … heavy, without being spicy. I have no idea what they put in, but I’ll find recipes! Maybe start with this. And if it gets spicy, I don’t mind. Let’s experrriment.
As fun as it was to eat with the Portuguese, nothing could beat the thrill of these English-speakers. Two from Hong Kong, one from Spain and one from Germany. The Hongkongers had also been to Antarctica! They paid more to avoid the Chinese cruise, since they hate the Chinese. They hate them so much that they didn’t like me speaking Mandarin. Ok, ok, I’ll stick to English. That’s why I’m sitting here!
We also found a super-fun French couple. And I went to my room to get the champagne, and there was an Israeli guy and an Argentine girl sleeping. I brought them down!
Happy New Year! Here we are on the street at 00.00 🙂 I couldn’t pick one image, so here’s all three.
Then we danced in the hostel! Untz untz
The Argentine girl brought us all to an electronic club. We walked, walked, walked. Arriving at the club, it turned out that it was just me and three Argentinians. They spoke Spanish to me, and the whole time I said “si, si” and smiled. It seemed like it worked! Then one of them lit a joint and we were kicked out.
But we found another club! I could hardly speak anymore, but danced, danced, danced. The way I remember it, I danced the shit out of that place. A great start of 2020!