He everyone,
First before I blog, I would like to give a shout out to Luis al Amarelar de Cagada and his tandem writer Francisco de Maracanã al Gluten-frėe Grànolá (Rick, this is your temporary name).
Anyway, today was fun. I was woken up army style, with Rina walking up and down the halls telling us to wake up because our dads were showing up in the cars they rented. Once we got in the car, we drove 20 minutes to the oldest synagogue in the new world/americas.it was very nice. It was very well persevered, as well. Not only were we able to see the Shul, we were able to go up to the bimah. Sadly, that was renovated ass well so it wasn't the real thing. In a glass case on the bimah was the Torah that they used. I looked at it and it seemed familiar. The more I looked the more it looked like my bar mitzvah porting. I got so excited by this weird coincidence, but then I realized it wasn't, and then I was bummed. After the Shul, we drove to Olinda, a small town 20 north of Recife. We walked around in the old city which was very nice, and then stopped for lunch at a steak restaurant which was also very nice. After the lunch, we started to drive to a beach 1 hour away from Olinda. W went a third of the way, which took an hour, and decided to go back home because it looked like the drive was going to be super long, it looked like it was going to rain, it was going to be dark in an hour, and my dad hasn't been doing so great. He has a cold. He's been hacking all over the place. It's been ugly. So we turned around and went to the shopping center where we watched the game. We then went home and ate dinner of pasta and hotdogs. Now I am sitting on my bed, getting ready to read, and blogging to you half way around the world.
With Great Love,
Ben
First of all, thank you for the very generous acknowledgement of Luis' tireless and earnest efforts to entertain and inform you. I remain your humble servant.
ReplyDeleteSecond, did anyone translate my name . . . Luis al Amarelar da Cagada and that of my charming wife Sophia La gran pedo? David might be able to help you with the Spanish.
Now, as this might well be the last comment for this trip, I am saddened to think that I will now be communicating with you thru the Chinese restaurant that screens your calls. Talk about a pain in the ass! Although your dialect is very good.
I am reminded of a famous John Wayne comment in True Grit. In awe of Kim Darby (correct me if I'm wrong, Rick), he said grudgingly "she reminds me of me." Well, you do remind me of me . . . only much smarter, quicker of wit and far more enthusiastic about everything. I was, however, better looking.
As always,
Luis al Amarelar da Cagada
Your adoring grandfather (on his mother's side)
a/k/a Morty
And much love from your grandmother on your father's side!! :)
ReplyDeleteAh, the traditional Argentine dish of hot dog pasta cooked over a fire made of cheater logs accompanied by a Banana Slurpee. Them good eats.
ReplyDeleteShabbat Shalom, Luis. See you in shul.
Francisco de Maracanã al Gluten-frėe Grànolá