Argentine Sushi – a questionable cuisine

After viewing two apartments today, snagging an interview on Monday for a camp counselor position in an English Immersion program and booking two more apartment viewings for tomorrow, I joined some of my hostel mates in splurging for some “sushi” (if you call cream-cheese filled rolls even that) tonight for dinner. Between 6 of us, we ordered 3 trays of 30-piece sushi and went to the corner store to buy 4 bottles of wine, Malbec being two of them, of course and went to town. I can’t even begin to explain how interesting this dinner was. For starters, there were at least 4 different languages being thrown around at once. There was a couple from Brazil, the guy was Japanese but spoke Portuguese, Spanish and English and his Brazilian girlfriend spoke Portuguese and Spanish but no English. There was the German girl, Carine, who spoke German with the girl from Holland, Wanda, but also interchanged between Spanish and English, which they were fluent in both. Then there was me and Leelah, from Missouri. We both spoke Spanish and English (although my Spanish was questionable), so you can only imagine the hodge podge of tongues being spoken at that dinner table. The funniest part was having to find out about Amy Winehouse’s death today in Spanish. I thought, at first, I was mistaken in what I had heard, perhaps they had wished she was dead? But it was confirmed with both enthusiasm and sympathy that the news was, in fact, true. The rest of the night was reserved for hustling in pool! I found it very useful that the Brazilian girl didn’t speak English because I was forced out of my comfort zone in order to make any attempts to converse with her.