Empanadas y vino

Just a few pictures from this Friday night, with Javo and some new friends.

All expats, we realized we had one of each nationality: American, Canadian, Spanish, British, Ecuadorian, Venezuelan, German, and of course, our only Argentinian: Javo.

It’s like back home in Brussels, just that there is usually one token Belgian.


We ordered empanadas – some 50 of them –  and everyone brought a bottle of red wine, and we had a great night.

The vino killed me though, and instead of going out I went home at about 1.30, and got a good night’s sleep.

I still have the feeling I’m missing out on something if I don’t go out, but I need to remind me to give me the permission, after 18 months, to be tired, and just sleep.