Thanks to the generosity of some new friends, I got to go to my very first polo match yesterday. And it was beautiful. A perfectly warm spring Saturday, with the excited buzz of the season’s opening games thick in the air. We were fortunate to get box seats and what a great introduction to polo it was. I’ve never seen horses so dignified and elegant. They hop across the field in their muscled glory and perfectly braided tails, manes shiny in the sunlight. I want one! Even just a pony! They are so gorgeous!
And before that, we had brunch with a friend in Palermo. The afternoon was hot and dry, the streets full of Saturday window shoppers. I tried on a ridiculous pair of four inch peep-toe platform heels. And I actually managed to walk in them without breaking my ankles! I tried red ones, animal print ones, grey ones, black ones. In the end, the paradox of choice kicked in and I didn’t end up getting a pair. I’m sure the shopkeepers were impressed.
For dinner, we (he) cooked. Milanesa de pollo. My favourite Argentinian dish. We bought wine and breadcrumbs and chicken and veggies. Grocery shopping is one of my favourite things to do in foreign places. Everything is named differently and there is always an interesting brand of cookies or milk or cereal to marvel over. Dinner was fantastic – delicious and healthy and low key. And then we watched Hellboy on TV in Spanish! And I understood maybe 30% of the dialogue. This is HUGE for me. HUGE! It made me happy and then I passed out the couch.
Polo y pollo. What a great Saturday.
