Last week, we had six women – two of them recent widows -- and one adorable 76 year-old Japanese man, also a widow, staying at the b+b. Sogo-san is a friend of Naomi, a lovely Japanese woman from Denver who goes to my language school.
Sogo-san was pretty much in heaven, being the only man among a bunch of adorable, artsy, culture-vulture-y over-50 women at the b+b. Hugo and I conspired to design some romantic architecture, sitting him next to one woman in particular who we felt Sogo-san would be well-matched with -- but to no avail.
There is actually a Mexican tea made from an herb called telohuache -- lovers are said to give it to their mates so their mates will never leave them, due to the neurons killed by this extra special herb. No telohuache was served. . . at least not that we know of.
Naomi joined us for breakfast in the mornings during the week that Sogo-san was visiting, and one morning made miso soup for everyone. Guicho and Beto had never experienced miso soup, or tofu in any form, so this was a new and exciting revelation for them both. . . multi-culturalism at its best.
Joaquin and the Maestro will be evaulating Guicho's miso soup in the coming weeks and months.
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