THE THREE-FOR-ONE WEEKEND (Four if you count Nooruz, the Persian New Year!)
It was exactly four years ago this month that I moved to Buenos Aires from San Miguel de Allende, Mexico. And it was then that I first celebrated my birthday in Argentina. I invited a few friends to my tourist apartment, and ordered a cake, a pastel. When I went to pick it up, I had a meatloaf with my name written on it! No wonder the girl looked so strangely at me at the deli! In Mexico a cake is a pastel, and a torta is a sandwich! Talk about learning the hard way! But I stuck a candle in it and we all had a good laugh.
For the first time since 1916, Easter Sunday is also my birthday.
But I will never get used to Easter and my birthday falling in autumn!