Entertaining

Last night I had my first dinner party. I even splashed out on Italian pasta (as opposed to the Bolivian or Chilean varieties). My guests included my girlfriend, a tv producer, his Belgium girlfriend who is studying here and Elena from Sheffield, who was nearing the end of her travels when she met a nice local boy and decided with little reason to rush home that Cochabamba is as good as anywhere to hang out. My landlady, who lives in an adjacent building, kept a close eye on proceedings. It seems I am allowed dinner guests, though according to my contract, parties are explicitly ruled out. I love my flat. I am about 20 minutes walk from the centre, within a stone´s throw of the football stadium and have recently hooked up to my downstairs neighbours´ cable tv so I can watch Arsenal from the comfort of my bed. There is also a spare room, so friends and family are most welcome as previously mentioned! My house and my street.