Spanish Party
After having spent all day long in Ipswich trying to sort bank and NI problems out, Diana, a Peruvian friend, took me out to a "Spanish" party or rather dinner.
Diana, her roommate Marcello (or flatmate as the Brits would put it) and I walked down to Alejandro's house on Spring Rd, a couple yards away from a masive stone bridge that overlooks the street and houses below. Alejandro's house is like nearly all the houses in Ipswich: a small front yard, a small backyard, a rather narrow facade hiding a deep home behind, similar to the old houses in Charleston, SC - in terms of shape that is. The interior seems all brand new and has been refurbished rather skillfully.
Alejandro is an Argentinian working like the rest of us for the local Telecommunications company. I'd met him in Portugal back in May when he'd joined some friends visiting me. He speaks Argentinian Spanish which is an odd spiced-up version of castellano. His eyes always seem to twinkle and it's easy to strike up a good and funny conversation with him: lively bloke!
If it hadn't been for Mark, Marcello, and Mathias, it would've been an entire Spanish-speaking community gathering together to share a paella cooked up by Nerea. The latter moved from Valladolid, Spain to rain-kissed Ipswich to work as a nurse at the local hospital. It seems to be a general trend among the Spanish community here in Ipswich.
The party wound calmly down to nearly one in the morning and Marcello, Diana, and I left for home.
