I always thought that dogs howling to the sound of a fire truck\u2019s siren was an urban legend. Well, today I was wrong\u2014someone should write that down; it doesn\u2019t happen very often. It was startling to hear that as I typed away on the computer, Dad napped, and Mom and Ethan read.<\/p>\n
After I had been on the computer a while, we left for supper at Espiritu Santo. We tried to eat there last night but they were fully booked, so its English-speaking owner reserved us a table at Amaya and we made reservations for tonight.<\/p>\n
There was only one vegetarian dish: a plate with an orange sauce and eight pieces of ravioli. Ethan chose that. Then there were three fish dishes without any other type of meat: two dishes of rockfish and one of Patagonian toothfish, a type of sea bass. Dad chose the last option and enjoyed the warm salad (originally I thought our waitress said \u201cworm salad\u201d) more than the fish itself, which he said was bland. Mom and I chose two separate dishes of rockfish.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s was a filet on top of mashed potatoes in a pool of a spicy orange sauce. It was spicy as in it had lots of different spices, not as in it was hot and burning. I chose the rockfish filet on a warm salad, but mine was in a lemon sauce, unlike Dad\u2019s, which had a sweet sauce.<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s pineapple juice was good, too, and each of us had a sip while we talked about Yellowstone National Park and what we want from home (things like all the boxes in the tower and Emma won\u2019t fit in my uncle\u2019s suitcase).<\/p>\n
We walked home the long way, through the alley, onto Rudolph, then up Ferrari and our own Rainbow Alley (that\u2019s what I\u2019m calling it now, because of the painted stairs). Our friend the \u201cgrrr\u2026BARK! BARK! BARK!\u201d dog wasn\u2019t there, sadly. The way he growled before he barked at us two days ago kind of endeared him to me.<\/p>\n
Ethan and I did, however, find three of the cats. The fourth one wandered by, and we decided to name them. First was the fat yellow cat: Bassy, short for Basketcase because he spent a lot of time in his basket.<\/p>\n
Next came the black cat, who jumped so elegantly onto the next house that I named her Olga, after gymnast Olga Korbut. She was followed by Pillar, the brown, black, and white cat who sat on the pillar, and Mickey, who was the thin yellow cat. Unfortunately, Bassy is the only one who was brave enough to be petted.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid it bite you?\u201d Ethan asked as I came up Rainbow Alley.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I said, \u201cbut its mouth started following my hand, so I left.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ciao!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I always thought that dogs howling to the sound of a fire truck\u2019s siren was an urban legend. Well, today I was wrong\u2014someone should write that down; it doesn\u2019t happen very often. It was startling to hear that as I … Continue reading