Raton in the casa

Last night the landlord Jorge came by. He’s a very sweet Argentive man with whom I always have awkward encounters. His english is shit, and my spanish is not the best once you get past the niceties, so we never have jack shit to talk about. Plus we have an undeclared kissing status. With some people you know if you do the air kiss, and with some you dont. Even though men here do the kiss, I never know what to do with this guy, so every time is very awkward and weird with all kinds of lean ins and then lean backs and stumbling around.

Anyway, Jorge came over last night and within minutes announced that a raton was seen in the kitchen, and that it had run into my room. So in we went, with 2x4’s at the ready, to try and flush him out and stamp it to death. Nevertheless, we didn’t succeed, so maybe the raton is in my roon still, maybe not.

South America is a bananas place.