Happy Birthday Daddio!

Since I know you like when I write in my bolg, I figured I would make you a special post.
Today was a nice day. I woke up at about 11 to go to Paso de la Patria with Germán (my host brother) to eat asado. Mabel (who lives with us, but is not related) got up at about the same time as me, and while she drank mate, I ate an orange and we watched part of a George Clooney movie in spanish. Germán brought Vero (his girlfriend) home, and then we got in the truck and drove off to Corrientes, listening to Joaquin Sabina (Spanish musician with singular voice). It was very hot. When we got to Paso, Jorge made a joke about the heat. It´s actually fall here, I think.
Clarita and Jeimie (Cheli´s good friend and her husband) ate asado with us and we talked about being kosher (since they are jews) and about sacred cows in India (where Fede, my other host brother, went for an exchange year). I slept a nice siesta, and then drove home with Ger.
I went to a friend´s house for a bit, then walked home. By that time, it was really nice out; balmy with a little breeze.
I stopped at a kiosco on Avenida 9 de Julio to call you, dad, but you weren´t home, so I left a message and called your cell, but either you can´t get international calls, or youñre having too much fun to pick up (which would be the best situation!) Then I walked the rest of the way home, through the Plaza 25 de Mayo, where there was an aoutdoor chamamé concert going on and people were dancing. I looked for my tango friends who usually hang around any folkloric event, but they weren´t there, so I went home and wrote this post, because I wanted to tell you what the weather was like here on your birthday, beacause I thought that would be kind of interesting. It´s tropical.
I love you very much, Dad,