"Yanqui"

I could really go for a manicure with mother right now. School is quite challenging; in terms of both the content and the workload. On Wednesday’s we’re in class from 10-4:30. Thursday, we were in class from 10-2:30, then went on a walking graffiti tour and returned home at 8 to read 80 pages for homework. After an evening of this sort, 3 cups of coffee is hardly enough to keep me awake in class the next day. What I’m getting at is, taking 8 credit hours in 6 weeks is not something I would recommend.

Friday night I got to hang out with my argentine doppelgänger. I had a blast with her friends and took part in my first pub-crawl. Then, she came with us on Saturday as we spent the day in El Tigre on the Paraná Delta.

Before coming to Buenos Aires, I was unsure what to expect. I had anticipated major/significant things to be quite different. However, that is not the case. In the big picture, Buenos Aires is a Castellano speaking NYC. What’s different is the many small things; such as, how to use your silverware, how to use the elevator, how to flush the toilet, how to stand in line for the bus, and the list goes on and on.

Some things I’ve learned:

• -       It’s obligatory to vote.
• -       Water is not free; however, occasionally orange juice is.  
• -       People park wherever they want: sidewalks, middle of the street, etc.
• -       Sometimes a 4-lane street turns into a 1-lane street in a matter of seconds. I find the best thing for this is to close your eyes and hold your breath.

     Ciao!