Lunch with Alcira

Friday we went to go visit Alcira, Ashley’s previous host mother.  Ashley was particularly excited for me to meet her, because Alcira and I apparently share similar outspokenness in social and political issues.  I was kind of nervous about this, partially due to my low language skills and partially because I am relatively unwilling to offer differing political beliefs to strangers, especially adult strangers.  Either way we arrived on time and were bustled up stairs.  I was warned that I had better be hungry as Alcira would feed me a good amount, and doesn’t take no for an answer.  This was not a new thing if you know my grandmother on my father’s side.  But Ashley’s description was accurate.  My assertion that I was done simply meant that I made Alcira add more chicken to my plate, rather than do it my self, and when I left to used the rest room, she of course seized the opportunity to refill my plate without my complaints. 

            Ashley was correct about Alcira and I getting along.  We talked about the American Dream, consumerism, Peronistas and education.  We weirdly shared very similar views, despite obviously different back grounds.  The language barrier simply slowed down the conversation, not stop it in anyway.  This was, I think, the first conversation I have had with someone in a mix of broken language, when I did not feel limited. 

            The final thing we were force fed was peaches and dulce de leche.  For you of those that do not know, dulce de leche it is a sort of creamy caramel that is made from milk.  The interesting thing about this desert, was that it was simply, and contained equal volume dulce de leche and canned peaches.  It was delicious, but I am pretty sure it would have killed most diabetics on the spot.  We left buzzing with sugar and quite full. 

~ by aedlund on January 10, 2009.