Last night my parents took me to dinner at a place called Oceana. They know the chef – she has had several restaurants over the years and they’ve all been fantastic. The funny thing is that where the restaurant is now was once the Russian consulate. Then it became a hotel called Villa Olga. Then in 1970 my parents had their wedding reception there. After that it became a restaurant, but I never went because it was a steak place, and we aren’t really steak people. What was neat is that my parents can show me where the bar was, where my grandfather and godfather made their speeches, where the band was and where they were sitting. Pity the restaurant isn’t open by day, my camera isn’t really good enough to get good night shots. Still, here I am with Dad. Doesn’t he have beautiful eyes?

Today my mother and I visited my friend Tommy and his wife Pía and their children. I kick myself for not bringing my camera, because the children are all so splendid. Santiago was just born, but he looks just like his grandfather. I loved his tiny fingers. Tomás and I had a lot of fun playing trains, each of which has a name. Ana Pía is such a sweet little girl. She gave us flowers and gave us one for my Dad with the request that we kiss him for her. Speaking with Pía and her mother, though, I realize how rusty my Spanish is. I really need to practice! Anyway, I didn’t have my camera, but here is the flower Ana Pía gave me.