11th September

It's Wednesday. At least I think it is, the time seems to be going quite quickly as I get used to the life of a Porteño. It is absolutely pissing down outside, not helped by the fact Auntie tell sme there is a mini-heatwave in Wales. Tonight was the night I was going to La Boca to watch a Boca Juniors game but Graciela mentioned tonight is a big day in the Jewish calendar. I think it is "Rosh Hashanah" but she was talking so fast it may as well have been an invitation to a hash party.

Picked up the washing, smells good, still warm, back of the net!

All good, it was a Jewish night. ELEVEN of us. 10 fluent in Spanish and muggins still on chapter six. Sat next to Graciela's eldest son (Ignacio). He is the head chef in a top hotel restaurant in BA. Had some very awkward moments earlier in the week when I asked the family if they new what "RAPE" was. Don't worry it's not what you are thinking of, "rape" (pronounced rap-hey) is Spanish for "monkfish" and as it is most common in the Med I'll forgive them for not knowing. Ignacio did which made me feel intellectual and relieved at the same time.

I had to wear a Jewish skull-cap for a while which is surprisingly warm. Ate too much, drank too little and had further pesadillas during the night.