Cooking Class
Last Thursday was my first Argentine cooking class. We had a great time as we prepared empañadas and made new friends. My empañadas looked so bad that I said, “I must have taken the short bus to cooking class” that night. David, the other American in the group enjoyed the joke and taught me an even more politically incorrect frase–”Licking the windows of the short bus.”
After cooking, Oli and I walked to a bar and met up with some other students from the school. I can´t believe how many Swiss students are here! They are definitely in the majority. I was one of two people at the table who couldn´t speak German. I felt terrible that night because I spilled an entire glass of red wine on Arlette, who is one of the Swiss students. I apologized several times, paid for her drinks, and offered to buy her a new pair of jeans. That´s all I could do! Looks like we´ll be going shopping this week.
