this is why i dont do shit like this. I hate keeping up with it. Im kinda sorta forcing myself to write this but i´know i´ll appreciate it in the future. I think every night while I¨m here alone Im going to try and write some random memories. But for now I´ll start with my trip to Mendoza that I took last week.
Mendoza is a city / province in Argentina known basically for its wine. Its also pretty much as close as you can get to Chile without crossing the Andes. My classes ended two fridays ago and after a weekend of a program goodbye dinner and one more group event to a feria we went were off to Mendoza.
It was a 14 hour bus ride in a nice little double decker bus. When buying my ticket i opted for a semi-cama chair. (Even though i was advised to spring for the full cama...stephanie) all and all it wasnt too bad of a bus ride. Just a little shitty din din a night sleep and i was there. Something i learned about myself during this trip is that i can sleep basically anywhere. Which i´m going to say is a newfound talent. I´m calling this a talent basically because i realized that it would suck if i couldnt fall asleep so easily. For instance the bus ride for my friend brian wasn´t so great, i would even go as far to say it was nightmareish. He didnt really eat, definitely didn´t sleep, and got a gusher of a nose bleed. I woke up refreshed to find him zombie like with blood stains on his sleeves. Not so funny to him at the time, hilarious to the rest of us. But alas, we made it to our hostel without too much fuss.
We stayed at the hostel independencia which was pretty nice all things considered. Each night was about $ US 25 with breakfast included. Ya it was freezing and the first day i woke up with three beetle bugs on my bed but the people there were so awesome. When we arrived to our hostel it was around 10:00 and we couldnt get into our room until noon so we went and got some coffee and looked around the the main plaza area where out hostel was. Our plan was to go back and take a nap and hten have a peaceful night in the town. However my friend sarah convinced us to go trekking and repelling which turned out to be awesome. We drove to the base of a lot of the outdoor activities that the hostel offered called argentina rafting. It was about an hour away. So we met our guides and began our trek. We trekked up a small mountain that i believe is one of the Andes. About and hour into trekking we got to our location to repell. Right next to a natural waterfall. We got to climb behind it and play around (where i managed to fall directly on my ass because i slipped on a huge piece of ice, and i mean i ate it in every sense of the word) anyways then it was time to repell. For those of you dont know i´m afraid of heights. Why i opted for repelling I have no idea. My friend andrea went first and did it wonderfully. I was planning on going third in line but the man who was helping called me out and it was my turn. Its amazing how quickly my hands can get so sweaty. (sweaty hands = not good for repelling..thank god for gloves) I was so nervous but i did it. Which i must say i´m rather proud of. I stood on the edge of the cliff thing and just giggled. I basically giggled the whole way down. My giggles are usually a horrible defense mechanism but this time it came in handy. After we all repelled we trekked back down, which might have taken more balance than going up. Another thing that was so awesome about that adventure was that andrea and i were ablet to drink from the small stream the watterfall fell into. It was natural water off the top of the mountain. I have never been able to drink from nature like that.
After that whole day we were all exhausted and went back to the hostel showered and ate one of the cheapest and best asados of my life. It was a day very well spent.
The next day we let ourselves sleep into about ten and after a little coffee and time in the plaza with a friend it was time for a wine tour. Which honestly, was not as cool as i thought it would be. We went to two bodegas one se llama Lopez y la otra no puedo recordar. We also went to a olive oil factory which might have been the highlight, i had no idea how olive oil was made or how smelly it was. After that we got some dinner and called it a night. That day in mendoza was still fun mainly because of the friends i was with. I think our group of friends could make any situation hilarious.
The next day we decided to go horseback riding. This was in part an agreement that my friend elizabeth and i had made. I repelled (my fear) and she would ride a horse (her fear). My horse was named furia, aka fury. awesome. We horse rode for about two hours in one one of the prettiest places i´ve ever been. It was so quiet and so tranquil not to mention the weather was fantastic.
Id write more about this but elda just came in and wants me to eat dinner. I´m a little nervous about whats waiting for me in the kitchen.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
cold outside warm insides.
So ít´s been a while since my last post and my o my have a done alot since then. I could go day by day but I think I´ll just start typing and see what type of rant comes out.
By the way, I´m sitting in my bed writing this with an extremely full stomach thanks to Elda and her seriously amazing cooking skills. It´s raining really hard here right now and although its kind of a downer it made for an insanely plesant dinner. Usually Elda and I will sit and talk about our days, what´s new in politics, how our families are doing etc. But today was different. (side note: when i say we talk I mean we try to communicate with a series of hand gestures and smiles. I usually say ¨si¨ and nod my head way to much. So much in fact my neck is practically sore by the end of it) But like i said, tonight was different. Although we talked, the majority of the dinner was spent listening to the rain. Me and Elda just sitting in the kitchen eating and a comfortable silence. It is times like this when i seriously can not think of any place I would rather be. I mean sure Elda and I had to move the table so I would stop hitting my head on the microwave when I lean back, and there isnt enough room in this entire place for us to pass each other comfortably but I absolutely love it and I absolutely love her. She is so patient and so nice without even meaning to be. She has a way about her that makes me feel completely comfortable and we can relate on some of the most random things. I seriously cant believe how much I lucked out with such and awesome host mommy.
That brings me to my next point; how awesome the people I´ve met on the trip are. I´m really starting to appreciate this whole experience and the new friendships it has allowed me to build. This became aparent to my on my birthday. I´m typically not a fan of my birthday and although I can´t say that changed after this birthday I can say it was one of the most unique and refreshing ones I´ve had in a while. My birthday was low key, I just went to school and then (attempted) to go to the japenese gardens but ended up just going to a bar with some friends. Although this might seem lame to other people (and for all I know it kind of is) I loved that people I had only met 3 weeks prior were so willing to spend there time and be with me on my birthday, even though I do hate it. Maybe my logic is backwards but it was really nice to have people I hardly know seem to be so genuinely excited for me. It was as if they took me in. I dont know how to describe it but I really appreciated my birthday and felt more cared about than I ever thought possible.
On a less mushy note, youll all be proud to know that I have officially survived two dance classes without breaking anything. The first class I took was salsa. I have to say although I know its an awesome dance the whole class felt more like an aerobics routine than any semblance of a traditional baile. The turns got pretty complicated and I got pretty clumsy but the point is I had fun. (and yes, me chalking up the experience to nothing more than a fun time is a full on cop out for me being terrible)
Tango however, is totally my thing. Like really, I made it my bitch. Tango is basically 7 steps that are rather simple, it´s only the direction changes and spins that make it so difficult. I´m not saying I´m going to go pro at any point but in this class I didn´t step on anyones toes.
Lets see what else.........................................
on monday i went to a farm where i ate entirely way too much meat but got to dance it off to some ¨modern¨music. The farm was an hour and half drive north to a province of Buenos Aires. It was at and estancia se llama ¨La Mimosa¨. I have to say it was really nice to get out and smell so fresh air. I notice that the city life is awesome but does take a toll. I think it was good for the whole program to get out of the Buenos Aires hustle and bustle and just be somewhere quiet.
I know there is so much more I could write but I think I´m just going to call it quits and make sure that i never take such a long break from blogging as long as this trip lasts.
I just have one more thing to say:
It has been brought to my attention that in my blogs I make a series of grammar and spelling mistakes. and thank you (all of you) for pointing them out but really its not necessary. I´m just dumb. My grammatical errors have nothing to do with the fact that I´m trying to learn a foreign language, am constantly tired, and barely have time to write as it is, no no no... Its not that. Its just that Im dumb.
But honestly thanks anyone who reads this and if you have any questions or anything hit me up yo.
Nos Vemos,
Chelsea
By the way, I´m sitting in my bed writing this with an extremely full stomach thanks to Elda and her seriously amazing cooking skills. It´s raining really hard here right now and although its kind of a downer it made for an insanely plesant dinner. Usually Elda and I will sit and talk about our days, what´s new in politics, how our families are doing etc. But today was different. (side note: when i say we talk I mean we try to communicate with a series of hand gestures and smiles. I usually say ¨si¨ and nod my head way to much. So much in fact my neck is practically sore by the end of it) But like i said, tonight was different. Although we talked, the majority of the dinner was spent listening to the rain. Me and Elda just sitting in the kitchen eating and a comfortable silence. It is times like this when i seriously can not think of any place I would rather be. I mean sure Elda and I had to move the table so I would stop hitting my head on the microwave when I lean back, and there isnt enough room in this entire place for us to pass each other comfortably but I absolutely love it and I absolutely love her. She is so patient and so nice without even meaning to be. She has a way about her that makes me feel completely comfortable and we can relate on some of the most random things. I seriously cant believe how much I lucked out with such and awesome host mommy.
That brings me to my next point; how awesome the people I´ve met on the trip are. I´m really starting to appreciate this whole experience and the new friendships it has allowed me to build. This became aparent to my on my birthday. I´m typically not a fan of my birthday and although I can´t say that changed after this birthday I can say it was one of the most unique and refreshing ones I´ve had in a while. My birthday was low key, I just went to school and then (attempted) to go to the japenese gardens but ended up just going to a bar with some friends. Although this might seem lame to other people (and for all I know it kind of is) I loved that people I had only met 3 weeks prior were so willing to spend there time and be with me on my birthday, even though I do hate it. Maybe my logic is backwards but it was really nice to have people I hardly know seem to be so genuinely excited for me. It was as if they took me in. I dont know how to describe it but I really appreciated my birthday and felt more cared about than I ever thought possible.
On a less mushy note, youll all be proud to know that I have officially survived two dance classes without breaking anything. The first class I took was salsa. I have to say although I know its an awesome dance the whole class felt more like an aerobics routine than any semblance of a traditional baile. The turns got pretty complicated and I got pretty clumsy but the point is I had fun. (and yes, me chalking up the experience to nothing more than a fun time is a full on cop out for me being terrible)
Tango however, is totally my thing. Like really, I made it my bitch. Tango is basically 7 steps that are rather simple, it´s only the direction changes and spins that make it so difficult. I´m not saying I´m going to go pro at any point but in this class I didn´t step on anyones toes.
Lets see what else.........................................
on monday i went to a farm where i ate entirely way too much meat but got to dance it off to some ¨modern¨music. The farm was an hour and half drive north to a province of Buenos Aires. It was at and estancia se llama ¨La Mimosa¨. I have to say it was really nice to get out and smell so fresh air. I notice that the city life is awesome but does take a toll. I think it was good for the whole program to get out of the Buenos Aires hustle and bustle and just be somewhere quiet.
I know there is so much more I could write but I think I´m just going to call it quits and make sure that i never take such a long break from blogging as long as this trip lasts.
I just have one more thing to say:
It has been brought to my attention that in my blogs I make a series of grammar and spelling mistakes. and thank you (all of you) for pointing them out but really its not necessary. I´m just dumb. My grammatical errors have nothing to do with the fact that I´m trying to learn a foreign language, am constantly tired, and barely have time to write as it is, no no no... Its not that. Its just that Im dumb.
But honestly thanks anyone who reads this and if you have any questions or anything hit me up yo.
Nos Vemos,
Chelsea
Thursday, June 9, 2011
damn thing didnt save the first time
So I will have been here for two weeks as of tomorrow. I don't know if it feels like its gone by quickly or slowly. And with that said I dont know if its a bad or good thing I don't have a sense of time.
This past weekend I went to Uruguay with the program which was really fun. We had to be at the buqubus (boat) station at 7 am so I took a taxi with some friends. The boat ride there was 3 hours which went by quickly because I passed out for the whole thing. I did realize though that I love boats, and that they are fascinating. I would expand on this realization but I'll probably come off crazy.
We got there and grabbed some lunch and took a walking tour of Montevideo. Walking tours are good and all but I realized this trip that if I'm not interested in something I have the attention span of a goldfish. Like literally I can't tell you one interesting fact about Montevideo except that on domingos the streets are completey empty. At first it was a weird transition from the hussle and bustle of BsAs but I found it kind of relieving. After a two hour bus ride to Colonia we checked into our hotel (a radisson that was like heaven king bed and great view included) and got some din din. It was delicious. The night ended with a cup of wine at a bar our waiter recommended and then back at the hotel some relaxing, more wine, and a foot dip in the hot tub. All and all a great day.
Next day was a day at Colonia, ocmplete with a walking tour of historical sites. But I have to say the best part of that day was walking around the quaint little town. Although it was rainy and freezing I love it. It might be one of my favorite places I've been. I liked how quite and relaxed it was. Our group also found a dock that we kind of explored. I took as many mental pictures as I could.
We returned that night and the last two days I've been going to school and doing the usual routine with the exception of last night when some friends and I went and explored a street about 3 subte stops away that looks like Paris.
So now I'm in the usual cafe that I write these things at, maybe I should be more pensive but I'm having a serious mental block.
Tonight I'm going to some concert at a cafe and might be the most excited I have been in a while. Bt first, dinner with Elda. I love her cooking, minus the lentils the other night.
Things I've discovered:
submarinos: a chocolate bar melted in warm milk. I had one in Chile but have a whole new appreciation for them
agua sin gas: I've had this since day one, still dont like it.....not sure why... I'm told its because I'm too american. so be it.
I also love how people here greet each other. (the kiss on the cheek) Its so persona and intimate. I think we should implement it in the U.S.
Ending note: The expression "same shit different day" doesn't exist here. It used to be the way I described most of my days at school last year. I didn't mean it so pessimistically but I think my routine got to me more last year. And I know I've only been here two weeks but even the small routine I've fallen into is so exciting and new. I want to notice everything about this place (good and bad) just so I can have the experience I imagined before I ever arrived.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
havanna cafe-- only person drinking a smoothie in this "cold" weather
So I guess I could start this post with a funny little anecdote like I did the other ones but honestly I can't chose which one. It could be the story about me missing my bus stop, or the one about the mystery meat (or maybe it's fish?) that i get every night but actually tastes good, or about the four trips i had to make to get my cell phone to start working. But I think I'll just start off by saying I tried the ice cream. Yes the world famous ice cream, and now I understand why. it is a god send. IT IS SENT FROM GOD. The ice cream is the product of an angels love in a creamy, delectable, edible, form. I tried white chocolate yesterday and plan on concurring every flavor on the menu. if i gain weight it was well worth it. I dont know what exactly makes the ice cream so good all i know is its unlike anything I've had.
Anyways, before I start sounding even more weird I"ll talk about some things i've accomplished:
(1) El subte (aka metro): I have that thing pretty much down pat, and yes it is only a straight line but I'm proud. Thank god i understand it. its what i take to school everyday. It's about an hour commute to school everyday which means i leave my apartment around 745 to get there in time for classes at 9.
I usually meet a friend lincoln who lives a block and a half away from me and we walk there change subte lines twice and then have a 6ish block walk to school. Its not bad, but then again it isnt that cold yet. I go to school at UBA (universidad de buenos aires) in the philosophy and letras branch of the school. The building is pretty run down and there are political signs everywehere but I like that it is so different than what I'm used to. I have castellano and history in the morning with a half hour break in between and then lunch for an hour and then lit. They definitely arent the most entertaining classes of my life and I'm not always sure whats going on but it's worth the credit.
(2) I got asked by a lady for directions today and I was able to answer. (I hope I was right) maybe its not that big of a deal but i felt super accomplished.
things i need to accomplish:
(1) el collective (aka the bus system)---realllllly struggling with that one
(2) learn spanish--a minor detail really.
At the moment I'm sitting in a very crowded cafe writing this and indulging in facebook. I had class today and later some friends and I are going to go get some dinner. we're not sure where but we have a meeting spot that we all know how to get to so I can't complain.
Also, let me just say I've met some awesome people on this trip which makes it so much better.
sorry this wasnt the most entertaining blog post but I figure it'll just serve as a reminder that I'm alive.
ending note: its funny because things that are simple, like buying a folder or finding a seat in a cafe, aren't so simple here. And even the chores and obligations I have don't feel like work.
and also, Uruguay this weekend!
Anyways, before I start sounding even more weird I"ll talk about some things i've accomplished:
(1) El subte (aka metro): I have that thing pretty much down pat, and yes it is only a straight line but I'm proud. Thank god i understand it. its what i take to school everyday. It's about an hour commute to school everyday which means i leave my apartment around 745 to get there in time for classes at 9.
I usually meet a friend lincoln who lives a block and a half away from me and we walk there change subte lines twice and then have a 6ish block walk to school. Its not bad, but then again it isnt that cold yet. I go to school at UBA (universidad de buenos aires) in the philosophy and letras branch of the school. The building is pretty run down and there are political signs everywehere but I like that it is so different than what I'm used to. I have castellano and history in the morning with a half hour break in between and then lunch for an hour and then lit. They definitely arent the most entertaining classes of my life and I'm not always sure whats going on but it's worth the credit.
(2) I got asked by a lady for directions today and I was able to answer. (I hope I was right) maybe its not that big of a deal but i felt super accomplished.
things i need to accomplish:
(1) el collective (aka the bus system)---realllllly struggling with that one
(2) learn spanish--a minor detail really.
At the moment I'm sitting in a very crowded cafe writing this and indulging in facebook. I had class today and later some friends and I are going to go get some dinner. we're not sure where but we have a meeting spot that we all know how to get to so I can't complain.
Also, let me just say I've met some awesome people on this trip which makes it so much better.
sorry this wasnt the most entertaining blog post but I figure it'll just serve as a reminder that I'm alive.
ending note: its funny because things that are simple, like buying a folder or finding a seat in a cafe, aren't so simple here. And even the chores and obligations I have don't feel like work.
and also, Uruguay this weekend!
Sunday, May 29, 2011
continuando...
so I´ll skip all of the other stuff becasue its going to come off really boring and I´m not completely sure I want to type that much... But lets just start off with my latest realization...So i know America is known for supersizing everything and over indulging, and i get that, i do. But I´ve come to realize that not only is the food supersized in U.S. but so are the people. and no, this is not a rant about obesity.. I¨m talking about myself. I am ungodly tall compared to this place.
I can honestly say that my host mom´s first conversation with me was ¨I´m so glad you found it....how tall are you??¨ I like my height but I´m not sure my knees and elbows can take much more of this constant beating. I´ve finally mastered getting around my room without knocking over things on the shelves but don´t even get me started on the shower. Anthing with in a elbows reach (aka everything in the shower) has no chance of survivng. Not even the shower curtain itself. Not to mention when i get out of the shower i cant help but bang my knees into the sink and my shins into the toliet as i dry off. I¨m an amazon giant but if that means i wont get robbed so be it.
I digress...today was the last day of oreintation, after a few hours and a coffee break of info about blah blah insurance blah blah robberay blah blah blah.. it was over and me and 7 other people went to a barrio named recoleta and found an awesome market where i want to buy everything and we also went to the cemetary that the town is known for. THere are thousands of bodies there with seriously the most insanely pimped out tombs i´ve ever seen. someone should film a zombie movie there. Next we got some lunch where i had my first empanada and then headed to my hood... My neighborhood is known for its nightlife and although it was 6 we decided to head over there and see what it was like.... we ended up finding this really cool bar that had stencil and grafitti on EVErYTHING it was awesome. we were the otnly ones in there and the bartender told us to go upstairs because there was a small exhibition from this artist.. So we went upstairs and saw some pretty cool art... but the best part was that we found the pathway to the roof where there was an old deserted bar with the same grafitti style itself. It would be cooler if i could put pictures on here but i think the coolest part was how unexpected that whole experience was. I definitely want to go back again with my camera.. and its really close so that pretty convienient. Next I came home and elda perpared me a lovely omelette and toast. Nothing like breakfast for dinner.
Tomorrow I have to get myself to some office but lucily i´m going with some girls who live close. Once again, we´ll see how this goes.
also cali, my head doesnt hurt that bad... except I don´t know if you can tell by the poor grammar in this blog but by the end of the day both languages give me a hard time. then again i have a speech impediment so what else is knew....
pues, chauuuuuuuu
^^por steph
I can honestly say that my host mom´s first conversation with me was ¨I´m so glad you found it....how tall are you??¨ I like my height but I´m not sure my knees and elbows can take much more of this constant beating. I´ve finally mastered getting around my room without knocking over things on the shelves but don´t even get me started on the shower. Anthing with in a elbows reach (aka everything in the shower) has no chance of survivng. Not even the shower curtain itself. Not to mention when i get out of the shower i cant help but bang my knees into the sink and my shins into the toliet as i dry off. I¨m an amazon giant but if that means i wont get robbed so be it.
I digress...today was the last day of oreintation, after a few hours and a coffee break of info about blah blah insurance blah blah robberay blah blah blah.. it was over and me and 7 other people went to a barrio named recoleta and found an awesome market where i want to buy everything and we also went to the cemetary that the town is known for. THere are thousands of bodies there with seriously the most insanely pimped out tombs i´ve ever seen. someone should film a zombie movie there. Next we got some lunch where i had my first empanada and then headed to my hood... My neighborhood is known for its nightlife and although it was 6 we decided to head over there and see what it was like.... we ended up finding this really cool bar that had stencil and grafitti on EVErYTHING it was awesome. we were the otnly ones in there and the bartender told us to go upstairs because there was a small exhibition from this artist.. So we went upstairs and saw some pretty cool art... but the best part was that we found the pathway to the roof where there was an old deserted bar with the same grafitti style itself. It would be cooler if i could put pictures on here but i think the coolest part was how unexpected that whole experience was. I definitely want to go back again with my camera.. and its really close so that pretty convienient. Next I came home and elda perpared me a lovely omelette and toast. Nothing like breakfast for dinner.
Tomorrow I have to get myself to some office but lucily i´m going with some girls who live close. Once again, we´ll see how this goes.
also cali, my head doesnt hurt that bad... except I don´t know if you can tell by the poor grammar in this blog but by the end of the day both languages give me a hard time. then again i have a speech impediment so what else is knew....
pues, chauuuuuuuu
^^por steph
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Made it! 5-28-11
First off, whoever reads this (if anyone) feel free to fully judge me for blogging. I typically judge anyone who thinks people really want to hear their opinions, especially those that they only express when they are safe behind the comfort of their computer screen. This is not because I want people to know all about my amazing adventure in Argentina but I guess it´ll serve more as a way for me to document my time here, because as many of you know (and by many I mean the one person who will read this) I´m not a diary kind of girl. Sue me.
So where to begin....I´ve been here for two days. I flew from columbus to north carolina then north carolina to miami. In the flight from nc to miami I sat next to two girls names Marcia and Tatiana, we talked about a lot of things but mainly about relationships and they gave me their ideas of what kind of fun I should have in Argentina while calling me names like ¨baby¨and ¨sweetiepie¨...no joke.Also, Ace hood was on my flight, aka the rapper who sings Born and OG with Luda. He is huge. When i got to Miami I was the first person at the terminal for the group flight, which was fine but boring considering I had a five hour layover. Eventually around 40 people showed up and the small talk began. But it wasn´t usual annoying small talk, but normal talk where we all know we share a major common interest and we´re all equally excited and in some cases nervous. The flight was fine, I slept descent considering I was sitting completely upright. We got to Argentina at approx 6 in the morning and from there went straight through customs and each got hustled into our own individual taxi. The taxista was to take me to my house, there was just one problem.. the adress I was given literally did not exist. He gave me a look of confusion and I´m pretty sure I just gave him a look of complete panic. Seeing my face he asked if htere was a number I could call. I had one but myhost mom, Elda, didn´t answer. We eventually called some lady who figured it out and Elda came and met me on the street. I was nervous about the first impression to being with but he gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek so I was instantly at ease... at least until I actually had to speak to her.
That was a whole different thing in itself. Argentinians are known for their really thick accents and let me tell you, Elda fits the stereotype perfectamente. She doesn´t know a word of english and can speak faster than I can type, read, or run.....that was a joke, everyone knows I dont run fast. (I´m not sure humor translates over blog)... Well she showed me around the house and I showered then we ate lunch together. This is the first time we bonded. She told me about her family, two sons, two grandsons, and she is divorciada. But her ex and her have a good relationship. Then she took me in her car to the first part of orientation, the welcoming dinner. I would comment more on that and the second day of orientation but i just got way too tired and have already lost interest in my own blog. I¨ll have more time tomorrow to write a bout (a) orientation dinner and Elda´s car getting towed (b) how I´m a giant compared to everyone else (c) my impromtu tango performance today... It´s been a long but fun day and tomorrow I have to find me way to a newish place using a bus. I´m starting to wonder if it´s worth the extra hour of walking distance rather than getting lost for an hour... probs nahh...
well that´s all for now... umm hasta manana?
wow i feel cheesy.
So where to begin....I´ve been here for two days. I flew from columbus to north carolina then north carolina to miami. In the flight from nc to miami I sat next to two girls names Marcia and Tatiana, we talked about a lot of things but mainly about relationships and they gave me their ideas of what kind of fun I should have in Argentina while calling me names like ¨baby¨and ¨sweetiepie¨...no joke.Also, Ace hood was on my flight, aka the rapper who sings Born and OG with Luda. He is huge. When i got to Miami I was the first person at the terminal for the group flight, which was fine but boring considering I had a five hour layover. Eventually around 40 people showed up and the small talk began. But it wasn´t usual annoying small talk, but normal talk where we all know we share a major common interest and we´re all equally excited and in some cases nervous. The flight was fine, I slept descent considering I was sitting completely upright. We got to Argentina at approx 6 in the morning and from there went straight through customs and each got hustled into our own individual taxi. The taxista was to take me to my house, there was just one problem.. the adress I was given literally did not exist. He gave me a look of confusion and I´m pretty sure I just gave him a look of complete panic. Seeing my face he asked if htere was a number I could call. I had one but myhost mom, Elda, didn´t answer. We eventually called some lady who figured it out and Elda came and met me on the street. I was nervous about the first impression to being with but he gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek so I was instantly at ease... at least until I actually had to speak to her.
That was a whole different thing in itself. Argentinians are known for their really thick accents and let me tell you, Elda fits the stereotype perfectamente. She doesn´t know a word of english and can speak faster than I can type, read, or run.....that was a joke, everyone knows I dont run fast. (I´m not sure humor translates over blog)... Well she showed me around the house and I showered then we ate lunch together. This is the first time we bonded. She told me about her family, two sons, two grandsons, and she is divorciada. But her ex and her have a good relationship. Then she took me in her car to the first part of orientation, the welcoming dinner. I would comment more on that and the second day of orientation but i just got way too tired and have already lost interest in my own blog. I¨ll have more time tomorrow to write a bout (a) orientation dinner and Elda´s car getting towed (b) how I´m a giant compared to everyone else (c) my impromtu tango performance today... It´s been a long but fun day and tomorrow I have to find me way to a newish place using a bus. I´m starting to wonder if it´s worth the extra hour of walking distance rather than getting lost for an hour... probs nahh...
well that´s all for now... umm hasta manana?
wow i feel cheesy.
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