Caught Red Handed.

CAUGHT and HUNGRY.

Update. 8:00 at night, Carmen just left to talk to her amiga “Elsa” upstairs. She still hasn’t started cooking dinner. 8:15 still chatting and I can officially be classified as a starving child.

I wonder what the matter is—normally she cooks for an hour or two prior to our 8:00 dinner. I haven’t eaten since a friend and I split a cafeteria lunch at school. So HUNGRY. Then I remember, early today Carmen and I were "taking our mate" (to be explained later)—and she asked what I wanted to eat for dinner… I thought I said “anything”… but maybe I accidentally said “nothing”--- sometimes I just say yes to everything and hope she doesn’t know I can’t understand her. Damn.

Okay so naturally I go looking in her cookie can and get a big one out and head for the dulce de leche (carmel) jar in the pantry to dip it. Just as I have my head stuck in the pantry I hear the key turn in the kitchen door.

I freeze. I dip the cookie. Then literally leave the lid off and run. I’m 50% sure she saw me sneaking out of the kitchen with the cookie. So awkward. But also worth it at the same time. Update: it’s now 8:30 and I’m still not eating. FEED ME WOMAN! My thumbs are starting to look delicious.

Argentina update: it’s sunny and cold. The picture at the top is from the elite's grave yard/cript. Super creepy place. Lots of cats.