so ive been told to write more about events of my days here because thats the purpose of a blog. although i may get easily sidetracked, ill do my best to inform my small network of peoples lifes happenings... im gonna start with this weekend and backtrack from there...
i had a test this morning in which i missed due to my homeless-man stinch from my morning's return from a wild and pleasurable trip to the Andes and my stomach's constant disagreement with whatever unknown substances ive been eating here. since we're rewinding here, yesterday was full of distractions...i got on the wrong bus and no joke, at the last minute someone said 'thats my seat' (but in spanish) and then i ran down to the ticket guys and was like hey shmucks how did you let me get on the wrong bus? so i grabbed my bag and ran to the right bus and right as i stepped on we pulled out.
sidenote: as you will notice, and i will probably mention several times, there have been rare things that have happened without my doing. with that said, i think those who read this know who im giving thanks to.
i dont know that right now i can write about the rest of the weekend bc im still smiling and dont want to analyze it to form written words, but i will tell you of last thursday which is the day i left for mendoza. the day has already been noted, therefore im simply transferring it to you..."today was wild. absolutely wild. it was incredible because i had absolutely nothing to do with it. class was about normal. but wait, lets back up just a bit...i stayed out till 3:30 or so last night, so in turn i woke up late yet just early enough to make it to school on time. usually when i know im in a time crunch, im like the rest of the world and run around as if the worlds about to end, but this morning my anxiety withheld itself. i didnt rush nor did i lag behind, i just assured myself to do what i can and the rest will work itself out. so i did everything very calmly and without force - brushed my teeth after putting on the same clothes as yesterday, washed my face with this incredible body soap (which one wouldnt think such a good idea, but my skins not half as dry as it would normally be in the cold weather), put on the essential for the absense of a shower, missed breakfast but put my headphones in and adjusted myself (boobs and all) and exited. so class was normal as i already mentioned. then i went to ISA, told Guillermo its a no-go on switching houses, then had an inkling to check and see if my package had arrived yet, which technically it still hadnt, but the 'dreadful' paper slip was the replacement. i say dreadful because thats the tone people take on when telling stories of waiting numerous hours in long lines with bitchy people (mostly just intailing the individual themself) at the buenos aires one and only post office. i picked up my slip and made for home. like normal, i figured id just walk home, but if i did that would exclude any option of picking up my package. so as i was strolling towards the subway i impusively decided to head down and 'give this thing a shot.' i was pretty sure in my mind that once i got home id probably become lazy and not think twice about making any efforts to do anything except to work out. but when i got home i just couldnt see myself being patient enough to do absolutely nothting, so i grabbed my passport and left at 1:30. took the subway, got there around 2. didnt know where to go or what to do once i got there but decided to grab a ticket number in the meantime, thinking it might be helpful. walked around looking for the workers to lead me in some sort of direction, but of course they were nowhere to be found. asked a lady who knew about as much as i did. then i just stood in a space inbetween two seats. there was a 73 year old lady named suzanne whom pulled out two number tickets and proceeded to hand me one. my new number 28 was thirty closer to the one i had originally grabbed. i thanked her and from there converstion began. she was there to pick up seven kilos of dirty clothes from her last trip to europe and i was there to pick up two kilos of clean clothes and six kilos of dried fruit. mind you, i have waited for dried cherries for well over a month which explains the heart of my inspiration to not be lazy. anywho, she helped me thru customs, we had lunch while waiting, which she graciously paid for, and had some good spanish convo. found out that she loves to travel, knows all but a handufl of countries. found out she has two kids, a son and a daughter, whom the latter is divorced and now living with her. found out her husband died four years ago due to a heartattack, and while she spoke of him, i watched her tear up. i thought about not pushing the subject, but something inside of me cant help but to think that its not such a bad thing to see people become vulnerable and open up. found out she still works a lot with the company she owns. and lastly, found out that she lives seven floors below me in the same apartment building. crazy huh? once we realized we're two genius' living in the same place, we finished up lunch and got our packages, which i realized my parents gave an arm and a leg to get shipped down here and then went home, together. neat. we split the taxi more or less and i offered to pay but she refused. "causualiamente" le dijo.
so here's the crapy part of yesterday's distraction. my purse was stolen. i had my camera, music, wallet, and keys that are not my own. im still hostile at the moment so its best that i leave out the details of how it happened because i will most likely speak about the person with utter disgust. i acknowledge that possessions are solely possessions and theres no need in being so angry over something beyond my control, but i just cant get the image of a smoke-filled room, that looks and smells like mustard, with a bunch of druged out shmucks having a grand old time with my camera while jamming out to my mp3 player. thats what makes me pissed. then again, i can only hope that thats pessimism talking and whoever took it is selling it to buy food for their twelve children. theres no point in me dwelling on the matter, but then i was thinking long and hard as to what was in my wallet that was so important....money? no, im too frugle. social security, license, stuff like that? no, im too freakin smart and took all that goodness out the day i arrived here. so what then? oh yes, the number to my newly found colombian lover. mmmm okay so maybe this go round he's not my lover, but hes my only real spanish-speaking, native latino, who just happens to be tall and beautiful, that i have here.
continuing back..based on our last evening in the mountains, let me quickly describe the well-rounded individuals i was with this weekend. koby has the ear for good music, which brings people together. jimmy is the warm-hearted caretaker. roger is the oblivious observer. and mateo.. mateo is the alpaca "gayboy" who entertained us with his newly discovered talent on the drums, except that they werent really drums.
i dont know that right now i can write about the rest of the weekend bc im still smiling and dont want to analyze it to form written words, but i will tell you of last thursday which is the day i left for mendoza. the day has already been noted, therefore im simply transferring it to you..."today was wild. absolutely wild. it was incredible because i had absolutely nothing to do with it. class was about normal. but wait, lets back up just a bit...i stayed out till 3:30 or so last night, so in turn i woke up late yet just early enough to make it to school on time. usually when i know im in a time crunch, im like the rest of the world and run around as if the worlds about to end, but this morning my anxiety withheld itself. i didnt rush nor did i lag behind, i just assured myself to do what i can and the rest will work itself out. so i did everything very calmly and without force - brushed my teeth after putting on the same clothes as yesterday, washed my face with this incredible body soap (which one wouldnt think such a good idea, but my skins not half as dry as it would normally be in the cold weather), put on the essential for the absense of a shower, missed breakfast but put my headphones in and adjusted myself (boobs and all) and exited. so class was normal as i already mentioned. then i went to ISA, told Guillermo its a no-go on switching houses, then had an inkling to check and see if my package had arrived yet, which technically it still hadnt, but the 'dreadful' paper slip was the replacement. i say dreadful because thats the tone people take on when telling stories of waiting numerous hours in long lines with bitchy people (mostly just intailing the individual themself) at the buenos aires one and only post office. i picked up my slip and made for home. like normal, i figured id just walk home, but if i did that would exclude any option of picking up my package. so as i was strolling towards the subway i impusively decided to head down and 'give this thing a shot.' i was pretty sure in my mind that once i got home id probably become lazy and not think twice about making any efforts to do anything except to work out. but when i got home i just couldnt see myself being patient enough to do absolutely nothting, so i grabbed my passport and left at 1:30. took the subway, got there around 2. didnt know where to go or what to do once i got there but decided to grab a ticket number in the meantime, thinking it might be helpful. walked around looking for the workers to lead me in some sort of direction, but of course they were nowhere to be found. asked a lady who knew about as much as i did. then i just stood in a space inbetween two seats. there was a 73 year old lady named suzanne whom pulled out two number tickets and proceeded to hand me one. my new number 28 was thirty closer to the one i had originally grabbed. i thanked her and from there converstion began. she was there to pick up seven kilos of dirty clothes from her last trip to europe and i was there to pick up two kilos of clean clothes and six kilos of dried fruit. mind you, i have waited for dried cherries for well over a month which explains the heart of my inspiration to not be lazy. anywho, she helped me thru customs, we had lunch while waiting, which she graciously paid for, and had some good spanish convo. found out that she loves to travel, knows all but a handufl of countries. found out she has two kids, a son and a daughter, whom the latter is divorced and now living with her. found out her husband died four years ago due to a heartattack, and while she spoke of him, i watched her tear up. i thought about not pushing the subject, but something inside of me cant help but to think that its not such a bad thing to see people become vulnerable and open up. found out she still works a lot with the company she owns. and lastly, found out that she lives seven floors below me in the same apartment building. crazy huh? once we realized we're two genius' living in the same place, we finished up lunch and got our packages, which i realized my parents gave an arm and a leg to get shipped down here and then went home, together. neat. we split the taxi more or less and i offered to pay but she refused. "causualiamente" le dijo. after all that goodness, i packed and got dressed to go excercise and do some painstaking pilates. whoever came up with the idea that muscle strengthening is a good idea is freaking tidiot. with my disdain is that my pilates experience here has a way of embarassing me, not only do i look like a white pregnated fluffy poodle decked out in spandex, im having to watch the intense instructor the WHOLE time bc i cant fully understand all the commands in spanish. there have been one too many incidents where i catch myself like four exercises behind.
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