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Published: August 23rd 2008
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that sol is soul.
ive been trying to cram everything thats left to do into the 13 days i have left here.
this is all still so unbelievable.
and im going to say it over and over.
hace veintiuno dias aca.
i have made twenty one days here.
not ive spent, ive made.
(god, other languages kick ass.)
enough time:
for a whole new vegetable stand to grow shelves and open for business.
for my 3rd degree arm scrape to heal
that the weather is now gorgeous
for the same (bangin') policia to recognize me on my way to class
tiempo suficiente que bebimos appx. veinticuatro botellas de vino
to find the best candy on the planet
for my shelves to get dusty
to make new friends
for the the man in the cafe a escuela to make jokes and call me amor
...and its all FORRRREAL
i gush and i gush and im sorry you torture yourselves by reading it...
but to genuinely love life, and to need nothing else (except bocaditos, empanadas y besos)
is so simple and so sweet.
y ahora soy diferente, por vida.
(dont worry im giving myself one week upon returning before im a raving,
spoon licking bitch again xo)
ok so...
got home from mendoza tuesday morning 8ish (traveling cama esta vez, no pinche semi cama)
home by 10ish
class at 1, stayed home and caught up on sleep that night.
(i believe this is when i ate around 1200 calories worth of dulce de leche and banana)
wednesday (miercoles pasado) after class we had a 'field trip' basically had a tour of avenida de mayo and looked at architechture, discovered some sweet used book shops, and learned that pigeons cause quite a concern as they transmit insectos and diseases. also fell in love with this tour guide as well. im thinking this trend (of falling in love with guides) is because they, for the most part, are the only twenty something men in this country that are not trying to sleep with you. or so i thought. theory disproved last night.
let me give you a tour senor : its all about the chase, dont give me your number. stop talking about yourself, go back to the part about pigeon fleas or something.
obviously it was real love.
and even more obviously, people (read hombres) are the same.
everywhere.
anyways the tour was
fountain
fuente en castillano (snobs)
like in that song eres tu
'...como el agua de me fueeente' cool, that night went to a gay club.
bahrein? se llama? no se
about 50% truly flamin'
about 50% im guessing bisexual
and the group we went with, where the guys felt so out of place they stood at the bar all night... i digress...
drank way too much, got hit on by a lesbian in the bathroom,
which at the time totally perplexed me because i forgot i was at a gay club.
total tourist trap,
heard way too much english
and paid way too much money for a citron and tonic.
fun time none the less, came home at 6 am
fell out of bed, natalie slept on the couch in her jacket.
woke up the next morning (read afternoon) after missing class...
but totally worth it because it was a beautiful day!
got some fabulous ice cream... (un cucurucha de el africano...)
pause new tangent!
as much as i relished asking for a scoop of 'the african' (mmmmhmmm mah ladies know!)
it clearly illustrated how racist this country is against blacks. (i picked the wrong place) i can count on one hand the number of times ive seen a black dude walking down the street. its just
very strange that a city that is so progressive and so tolerant of nearly every other lifestyle still is so overtly racist. boo. also its very strange considering the diverse mix of people who have immigrated here over the past 200 years.
anyways!
right by the ice cream shop i saw my first real life argentine strike, outside the congreso.
muy cool.
as soon as the hangover had taken care of itself, WINE TASTING CLASS.
actually much more tolerable than i had feared
(considering the various cocktails making there way through my kidneys...)
this time it was champagne tasting, thoroughly enjoyable.
we roped natalies new roommate (a kiwi as in new zealander, not fruit jaja)
into going with us and to aca bar in palermo for some food.
why would you order crepes in argentina?
dont know, but did.
made me want grandma shirley's chicken crepes waaaay too badly
ok so yesterday was friday...
hmm hmm hmm
fabulous day, pure and simple.
on break de clase, found an awesome pizza by the slice and empanada spot (see foto)
super cheap and yummy
then after class wandered with natalie and tobian,
(we are the tres amigos)
and we found an awesome
square
where you can
sit
and
soak
sunshine!
so we got some cafes and just watched all the people playing chess and futbol
so nice so nice
for our last and final 'field trip' (at 11pm)
we went to confiteria ideal to watch some tango
good stuff, drank some wine, saw some anorexic old women you know...
our group was totally the last there
consequently the bartender and sinister looking manager
(sound familiar? theyre probably roommates too...)
attempted to seduce natalie and i into some salsa dancing
didnt wind up going,
but did get an argentine jersey
(an hour after they won gold by the way. i must be freaking awesome)
and an exclusive viewing of
some rolling stones tattoos, out of the whole ordeal*
and re-learned the lesson of: never give your number to a bartender or a sinister looking restaurant manager, as homie is texting me right now...
ugh
living is learning.
and everything is good good good.
tomorrow going to san telmo for a supposedly awesome street faire, with antiques and all kinds of junk 😊
so hopefully ill get all the presents taken care of!
despues hoy, tengo doce mas dias en buenos aires.
12 more
days!!!
imma say it again:
unbelievable!
xoxoxo
ciao corazones!
*ps upon quasi-proof reading this, i understand it not only sounds like i took this guys shirt, but also they way that i did was questionable. not so. no preocupa padres. nada pasada. nothing happened 😊
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theresa
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oh snap!
about the "ice cream" ... good thing we're going to the caribbean soon! also, you're a terrible proofreader! i see's mo' typos GURL!