In Chile, we ate following very clear guidelines. “First the meat and then the vegetables,” we were told, in broken English. Never together. There was an order to it. I rather liked it. While the restaurants held together the threads of civility, the city of Santiago itself was frenetic and bedraggled, pulling itself from the aftermath of Augusto Pinochet’s despotic rule. The capital was full of cratered buildings, sadly polka-dotted with the signs of battle.
I just love your Gran. I would keep in touch with her too if I met her a long the way.
So apposite at this time especially.
Hope you’re feeling better Robin