Lazy Sunday, Spanish Style

Elena and I had a couple of people over for a Mexican fiesta lunch. The weather was amazingly co-operative and the sun was decidedly Corona-worthy.

We woke late (there was much music-playing and general reveling last night), and were worried that we wouldn’t get our act together in time. Elena acted as chef extraordinaire, and I served double duty as sous-chef (a.k.a. veggie-cutter) and dessert chef.

After some unfortunate mishaps with the tortillas (and sending one of our guests running to the store for replacements), we managed to crank out some mean quesadillas, guacamole and black-bean-tomato goodness. One guest supplied the Corona and Negra Modelo and the feast was complete!

We topped the lunch off with a fruit salad, garnished with sliced chirimoyas (a tropical fruit that I had never seen until I got here – tastes like a cross between pear and apple), sugared dried figs and Lindt chocolate. In the photo below, Luca is halfway through his dessert, and already eyeing mine!

After lunch, Elena and I decided that we needed a walk, so we hopped the metro to the beach. It was actually my first time at the beach, and despite a late-afternoon chill, it was wonderful to see the sea. We sat on the boardwalk, drank coffee, chatted and watched a spectacular sunset that made the sky and water turn a variety of breathtakingly unnatural colours.

Now it’s back to work, hitting the books and planning for a long day of classes tomorrow. Oh, auxiliary verbs and question tags, what would my life be without you?