Day 2/3

Ok so its officially been 2 days later and I’m sorry for neglecting to write but I’ve simply been exhausted from adjusting and of course the jetlag.  After a good nights rest I woke up with a much better attitude towards Argentina and life in general.  The sun was out, the birds were chirping and it was a beautiful morning.  I woke up starving since I didn’t much the previous day.  On my way to school, I stopped by a grocery store and bought what appeared to be a yogurt with corn flakes in a separate container on top.  That and some orange juice was breakfast.  I arrived to class 30 minutes early (yes I know, this doesn’t sound like me, but hey, I can be early sometimes ;) There I ate my breakfast and checked my email.   A few minutes later the girl from Holland came in to the room.  She seems so happy and fed off her energy.  We began to take pictures from our classroom’s window and it seemed so perfect.  Beautiful day, great attitude, felt as if we were unstoppable.  After class the Holland girl (sorry for calling her that, but I truly don’t remember her name L) and I went to some deli and bought a squish and some potatoes and beef from a hot buffet.  Both dishes were only 8 pesos each.  That’s basically a full lunch for under 3 dollars. Gosh I wish NY were like that.  The food was delicious (china buddies will get the reference ;) haha) So yes, we barely finished half of the meal since it was so filling.  Later we proceeded to explore the city, and found very little stores of our interest.  After about 20 minutes the Holland girl went home and I decided to continue to explore the streets.  I always play it safe by walking in squares.  Basically equal street turns so I end up where I started lol.  I have no desire to get lost in foreign countries.  Walking about, I grow fond of the architecture on the neighborhood.  It’s absolutely breathtaking.  The balconies of apartment buildings look like they are straight from the movies.  A combination of France and Italian in one. 

            On my little adventure I stumbled into a telephone store. It is this little place where you can call from private booths for about .90 pesos per minute to the US and .10 peso to anywhere in Argentina.  So I finally called my mother and she sounded like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders. **Everyone should always call their loved ones, you never know how much they miss you and need to hear your voice to know your safe.  So ye, she asked me how I was doing and then of course started ranting about my sister and how she got a ticket and how my mother attempted to take her keys away. Ugh poor mother, she never learns that she could never punish my sister.  Irina doesn’t understand the word punished or grounded.  But good for her, this “no one is going to stop me attitude” is extremely important in this world.  It’s important not to get swallowed by it. 

            After speaking to my mother I called American Airlines to see if I could rebook my flight home.  I was still home sick and wanted to get home sooner.  My mother’s birthday is the 24^th of January and I wanted to be home before that.  At first the customer service people said they couldn’t do anything for me.  They said they could change it but it would cost me a fee of 200$.  Three customer service people later, I was put on the phone with Cindy the supervisor.  Cindy sounded like she was from Texas or from some other southern state because she called me sweetheart the entire time.  I was nearly in tears and basically said as much as I’m enjoying Argentina, I love my mother and want to be home for her birthday.  So Cindy said no problem sweetheart J.  At that moment I nearly burst into tears.  It’s the never-ending story that as much as I want to leave home and need my freedom, home is where the heart is.  Even if it involves 5 crazy individuals and screeching dog.  Gosh how I miss them J But you know what, its ok, a little break never hurt anyone.  Some peace and quiet will do me some good. 

            Leaving the telephone place, I saw a restaurant called Lola and I started singing (yes, I know, I’m a loser, but hey, how could you not sing that song).  I continued my street adventure and stumbled upon a supermarket run by Chinese people (I felt like I was back on Avenue U).  I stocked up on some yogurt and fruit (OMG, they were so bright and fresh, pics will be posted later)

            Long story short, I came home, showered and passed out. Sadly I woke up at 1 am and couldn’t fall back asleep until 5am.  It was deff not cool.  My back hurt soooo much from this bed.  It looks like little bear’s bed.  I’m the black haired goldilocks looking for her right fit.  So after finally falling asleep I woke up 2 hours later to go to school. Today was we were supposed to have some special group classes at 9 am instead of 2pm because the school was having a half-day.  The classes were optional but I had signed up the day before.  After forcing myself to get up and get ready, I was by the door when I realized I cant open the top lock.  I struggled for about a minute and saw it as a sign to stay home and sleep lol Yes I know, it was a baby move, but hey, I was tired and I didn’t want to wake my roomie to open it. 

            So there I was, all dressed up and in bed.  I woke up at 2pm and decided to go out and explore some more.  I took the bus to Florida Street, which is like a crazy shopping area.  Luckily for me, it wasn’t very busy because most of the people were closing up because of New Years Eve.  I looked for a leather jacket and found some nice things but didn’t buy anything just yet.  Continuing down the street, I saw an amazing show by what appeared to be traditional Indians.  After about an hour’s walk and being rained on, I decided it was time to head back.  I found my way to the bus stop and got harassed by some weird dude. He was trying to sell me some magazine and dared to put his hand on my shoulder.  I gave him the New York Stare of Death, at that moment he released his hand and walked away. 

            I went into my apartment to see if Marcella was home to invite her out for dinner, but she was nowhere to be found.  I then went outside to eat by myself.  Hey a girl has to eat sometime.  On my way out I saw my favorite doorman Christian. Yes this is his name, not Ricardo lol.  Is English is as bad as my Spanish but we still attempt to communicate.  Its quite a sight, I’ll deff record him one day.

            Sadly, I didn’t find any restaurants open L They were all getting ready for the evening New Years customers.  After about 3 blocks of walking, I found a store called Aromaa.  I got myself a wrap and a cappuccino.  The rain had ceased so I sat outside and admired the sun.  There was this little bird that almost attacked me while I was eating.  He/she was like my lunch date.  It was such a beautiful evening, the sun was coming out and I started reading my Argentina book again.  I noticed that some of the landmarks described in the book were right behind me.  So I got up and started yet another journey.  Buenos Aires has some of the most beautiful parks and trees I have ever seen.  The whole neighborhood just reminds me of the movies.  It’s all too surreal. 

            After the sun went down, I went home and decided that Marcella and I would go for a walk before midnight.  We strolled by the restaurants and eventually sat a bar close to the apartment.  It was nice, sweet and calm.  We had a drink and celebrated the New Year together.  We also admired the fireworks and enjoyed the peacefulness of the city.  May this year be filled with peace, love, health and spiritual growth for everyone.

 

Now I am home, and finally writing to update all of you about my journey.  For now I’m off to bed, I shall return tomorrow. Ciao <33