Bloglog Entry Numero 2: La Manzana, Santelmo, y Partying My Ass Off.

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August 29th 2012

Published: August 29th 2012

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La Manzana, Santelmo, y Partying My Ass Off.

La lección de manzana.

I was eating breakfast with Vale and her mother, Grace, and they were teaching me names of the fruits we were eating. I managed to get grapefruit (pomelo), tangerine (mandarina), and orange (naranja), but for some reason I could not remember apple to save my life! It seriously drove me insane, so I thought maybe if I look at it in different settings, I'd remember it a little better. Vale and her mom got a kick out of this.

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Manzana</td></tr></tbody></table>

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MANZANA</td></tr></tbody></table>

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MANZANA</td></tr></tbody></table>

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MANZANA!!!!</td></tr></tbody></table>

....I got it now.

Sunday Market in Santelmo

I met this really awesome chick named Alex who (get this) is from Ojai, Ca. and graduated from BOULDER in May. Small world. She's been my tour guide and translator for the past few days (in other words, she's saving my life), and she's only a 5-minute walk away so I can bug her whenever I want!

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Vale and Alex</td></tr></tbody></table>
Alex and I had an amazing day on Sunday. We went to Santelmo where there is a huge market with live music and a plethora of vendors selling hand-made crafts, clothing, pipes, antiques, jewelry, etc etc etc. We had an amazing time.

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Art gallery (obviously.)</td></tr></tbody></table>

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Eduardo from Peru</td></tr></tbody></table>

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After Santelmo, Alex and I realized that we were starving and wandered into a really nice steakhouse. For those of you that know me, you know how much I LOATHE red wine. Well, let's just say that Argentina has changed me forever. Not only did I have the best red wine I've ever had, the bottle was only $11. Uh..SI POR FAVOR. And not only was the wine superb, I had the best steak I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of steak (except for those 3 years I was a pescatarian), and not only was it the best steak I've ever had, it was bigger than my face (Alex's new term of measurement: faces).

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¡¡¡¡¡¡AHHHHH MUY DELICIOSO!!!!!</td></tr></tbody></table>

After our delectable feast and one bottle of wine down, Alex and showed me her AWESOME apartment overlooking the Congreso in the heart of Buenos Aires. Not too shabby...at all..

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Alex's amazing balcony view</td></tr></tbody></table>

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And the party begins.....at 2am.

Okay, I thought I was fairly proficient in the partying department, but I have NOTHING on the Argentinians. Monday night, let me repeat, MONDAY NIGHT, these kids go to a drum circle at 8pm for a couple hours (and if you're thinking of some hippie shit that they do in Venice Beach on a Sunday afternoon for all the hungover raver kids, think again. This drum circle IS the rave), then they go home, change, drink some mate (their crack), go to a pre-party and THEN go to a club.

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Outfit Numero Uno (8pm)</td></tr></tbody></table>

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Drum Circle 9pm (which hardly captions the volume and energy these men produce.)</td></tr></tbody></table>

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Outfit Numero Dos 12:30AM</td></tr></tbody></table>

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Outfit Numero Tres. 2pm. With a hurting brain.</td></tr></tbody></table>

In a nutshell..

I have the best of both worlds here in Buenos Aires, staying in a lovely home with Vale and her mother, and also having the opportunity to hang out at the AWESOME hostel where Vale works. I've never been in a hostel this nice. Then again, I have a pretty significantly small amount of experience with hostels, but this one is nice, I swear. Either way, while I am constantly meeting people traveling all over the world, I am finally creating a pretty solid plan for this little journey of mine. I'm excited to see how everything unfolds. I spent the entire day yesterday hanging out with some Aussies, shooting the shit and nursing our hangovers. We finally got some energy around 9pm to get some dinner and polished a bottle of Malbec made in Mendoza that accompanied our delicious steaks. Since we were laying low we bought some cards and ended up staying up until 4am playing Crash, my new favorite card game EVER, and that's us laying low..

Traveling is quite a trip. ¡Ciao!

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Bloglog Entry Numero 2: La Manzana, Santelmo, y Partying My Ass Off.

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