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So just got back from dinner at this crazy nice exclusive restaurant which should have been exorbitantly expensive but was all for free because one of the friends we were with wrote a book with the chef and it was just generally amazing - we ate with this woman and her husband who are from two of the like, "top families" here in Argentina; the husband is supposedly the best fly-fisher in the world, and the wife used to work as Borges' translator when she was 21, and they were both really charming. Had the best empanada ever - and tons of other food, all paired with great wine (not that I know anything at all about wine, but I even liked the red, and I'm not a big red person). I sort of want to keep writing about what a nice dinner it was even though it's 1 in the morning (Argentinean people eat so late), except I feel uncomfortably like I'm bragging or being unpleasant, so, enough. Lucy's here now!