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and she thinks she´s getting fat
omg first time in her life she has a roll. yep zhen is getting fat. could be the fact she eats an icecream every day well settle down everyone. As i have 2 hours to spare till my bus comes, and am generally pretty lazy with keeping people updated this is going to be a mother of an entry. That is if i can stand the ear drum bleeding music that the crazed video game boy is playing next to me. Dam sometimes I hate internet cafes.
First things first, my life in rosario. In terms of those who have got it hard, i hardly think i fall in that category. I get up at 10 -11 am on weekdays, maybe struggle under the shower (which is harder than what you might think with my old friend, the slightly upgraded bucket), have a cup of tea and read the morning news. Then at 1 pm trundle of to school until 6 pm. After that i might go off to some activity or another or wander home for mate and a big chat. I go out on average 3 -4 times a week (that means practically all night). Frankly the only reason i have to be exhausted is all the partying. You´ve gotta be selective as to where you go, and with whom you go
with, i learnt after arriving in rosario. Lets just say that one of the weirdest nights in my life ended at 6:30 am in a fully packed nightclub full of 15 year olds barely staggering from left to right in sheer bogging exhaustion wearing sunglasses, rabbit ears, and a lolly pop in my mouth. Yep don´t go clubbing with the youngest host sister any more.
School is a joke. None one seems to do anything at all. In chemistry class i learn how to dance the tango, and i´ve given up asking for photocopies cause no one ever gives them to me. There is just one thing i wish for, heaters. Even though its 6 degrees during the day my school doesn’t have heaters. Admittedly its ridiculous, teachers can’t teach probably when they wearing all the winter gear, and students can’t learn. The issue came to head a few weeks ago when the whole school just refused to enter the building. A couple of hundred students stood on the road with banners and whistling stopped all the traffic, and brought the police and news. My first South American protest!
About a month and a half ago i boarded
a tour bus to head to the northwest for 10 days with some 40 odd other exchange students, and an elderly tour group. The northwest is an incredibly different region of Argentina than the one i live in. Firstly everyone is v. friendly. For example, we were sun baking outside some ladies house and she came out and gave us all a big bag of home-grown and dried sultanas, and a 13 year old grape liqueur. Secondly people do live in mud thatched houses, with ponchos, windpipes, and their herd of llamas. Very excited for a confessed llama fan. Wep trips are incredibly relaxed, i.e. one of the planned activities is nightclubbing. Thus its hardly surprising that the amount of sleep to be had was really very little except for one night when I hid the sack and could not be stirred from its soft pillows, and warm blackest by nothing in the world. My poor room mates got locked out side the room, spent half the night sleeping in the hallway, and finally got the night watch man to open the door scared that i´d carked it. Apparently ¨no one can sleep through that banging¨, well let me introduce
you to that no one.
2 weeks ago, i headed back to Cordoba to stay on a farm in the mountains. The camp was designed for students going home, thus a number of the group had several good cries but never the less it was very interesting. I got to milk a cow, ride on top of a land rover, win a dance competition (tine you might be able to pole dance light poles but me and julie are the queen of air guitar, and break dancing), and fall of a horse. Actually it was more stomped on by a horse. This psychotic animal, first ran me into a tree, threw me off then stomped on me a bit. My some miracle i was unscathed, but a little shaky afterwards. Well that’s the excuse I’m using for my shocking performance in the soccer match that afternoon. that and the "altitude" our team said every time the other team got yet another goal, and we embarrassingly failed to score.
And of course the latest trip, which hasn’t finished yet. The folks (from home) came over to visit. Since my class had exams all of last week we headed north
to missions for a week of big big waterfalls, warmth, and Jesuit ruins. Igauzu falls are amazing, it’s the power of the water, the amount of water, and just how big they are. We spent 2 days at the falls, with the most incredible clear weather, thankfully after the lousy weekend in rosario. Then wandered up to the best Jesuit ruins in the region, and finally a couple of days in possados. I´m wearing thongs, and shorts for the first time in a very very long time which everyone can tell thanks to the forrest of leg hair. Why did I forget that razor?
Besos grande everyone, and i´ll try to update a little more regularly in the future.
sally
p.s- i know there is probably spelling and grammer mistakes. feel free to email the corrected version and i´ll post it with big mobs of photos.
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Yvonne
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Hey Sally I think I know exactly what your friends went through. Ali and I had the same problem trying to wake you up in Melbourne. lol. It was funny to think of it again. The South American lifestyle sounds very slow-paced. When do you come back again?