chino latino

OK, internet, ayude me, ayude me! Deb has reached her maximum tolerance for vigilancia de la niña. She is driving me crazy and her father is no help and so before I dress her a pretty little red cape and send her to the bulls, I have to do something.

So, I went to find something to make her happy. To try, anyway. I asked around but there are not really any stores in Salamanca that are Mexican. But lucky for me, Mexican food is now an international treat and so at the hipermercato Carrefour, I found tortillas de trigo, wheat tortillas. Made in Belgium, hecho en Belgica! I can’t take the kid to have a burrito with her dad in Mexico but I can bring a burrito to her. I hope it works.

Afterwards, I was in town and walking around looking at more old stuff and I wandered into the Las Duenas Convent, seeking spiritual comfort.

It is very serene and calm inside the convent but even better the Dominican nuns have a gift shop that sells their baked goods! Finally, spiritual enlightenment through cookies. I bought a box of the most heavenly almond cookies, galletas de almendras. Since they are made by nuns, they are heavenly in all senses of the word. Y sin manteca!

Then in front of Casa de las Conchas, another cookie epiphany.

This gentleman is selling chicarros. They are fragile and delicate straw-shaped cookies and they are not sold in stores. He told me he is perhaps the last street vendor of this cookie. He also sells obleas, the flat ones that are remind me of holy wafers from church. Another heavenly cookie.

As difficult as life is, I can’t eat only cookies so I stopped in for some lunch at this place, El Café Te Pacifico.

It is a Chinese restaurant run by a Buddhist family from Taiwan. Since they are Buddhist, they are vegetarian so I had a Chinese style pork bun that was made with vegetable pork! In Salamanca, with so much good pork this is nearly heretical but I must say, the bun was delicious.

Yi came to Salamanca and fell in love with the city and culture and decided to stay. He and his wife have two kids and they teach Mandarin to children who have been adopted from the Chinese speaking world, so that they can retain their mother language. They give these classes for free.

Yi’s son entertained everyone in the restaurant by trying to teach us words in Mandarin. I told him that Spanish was still difficult for me to understand. This woman told him it was too hard for her to pronounce Chinese and he smiled and said, "Oh come on, it’s easy!"

This is Deb in the City, saying goodbye from Salamanca, Spain where Spanish is hard and so is Chinese, depending on how you look at it.