A Great Self-Toast.

So I’m in Argentina, traveling solo-style, and my time here is coming to an end.   Tonight I had another tremazing spectastic fantabulous meal (Argentina has some of the best meat and wine in the world… yes it’s true).    I’ve met some really great people on this trip whom I’ve shared many great meals with, but tonight it was just me, myself, and I.   A little one on one, Chris Kelley vs. Chris Kelley, for the world championship.   I ate a huge steak the size of my head, perfectly cooked so it dissolved in my mouth like a piece of cotton candy.   I had some outlandishly good Malbec, some great sides, and finished the meal off with a delicious little cafe solo to round everything out.   Easily a $200 meal in L.A., came out to $78 pesos - about 20 bucks.

About halfway through the meal I decided that, as is usually customary on such an indulgent occasion, to make a toast.   A toast for myself and to myself, but a toast none-the-less.
I liked it, so I’m going to share it. (As a preface, I finished another great book today, second of the trip)

“To the right mix of courage and stupidity

To a wonderful literary finish

And to the privilege of feeling lonely.”

Traveling alone is amazing, but not quite the fun it used to be - I’ve got a travel buddy now, and it’s just not the same without her.

On that note, the form of currency in Egypt is the  جنيه مصرى, or the “Egyptian Pound”.   More info here.