First day of class, friends. It wasn't too bad. I was placed in the intermediate 2 level, which is good because Lord knows my grammar is horrendous (thank you Eisenhower International School). The class moves at a bit of a slower pace than what's comfortable for me, but still important material. We'll see tomorrow if I want to venture in the "advanced" level. Maybe that's me just needing an ego boost, whatever. We only get a 30 minute lunch break, so I ventured to the caf. It is like any other caf you can imagine. Long lines. Iffy food. Jacked up prices. And foreigners. This time, I am the foreigner....I'll take it. So after too long of a wait ( this could be very easily avoided if they created a slightly more efficient system, but maybe that's my American talking) I received my greasy personal pizza, and CHOWED DOWN. Inhaled my food. Brings me back to high school days when the only option is to swallow (don't be dirty). It really wasn't bad, and I got to meet some new people.
I enjoy my class. Good people. I have to say though, first day of classes are always the best. They are disorganized and full of surprises, and no one is 100% sure if they're in the right place. Well, for a couple of my classmates, they weren't. We had one dude who barged in about 20 minutes after class started. He loudly introduced himself and in broken Spanish tried to ask if he was in "Luciana's classroom". No sir, its Liliana. After about 4 minutes of back-and-forth misunderstandings, the professor told him to go ask someone and come back. Never returned. Don't you love that excitement?! Slightly uncomfortable, but thoroughly entertaining for all spectators. Right after lunch, we lost another class mate who was in the complete wrong place at the wrong time. Some one was quite confused. I'm really surprised this didn't happen to me. But since it didn't, I can snicker at their mishaps and not feel bad about it (don't worry, I'm prepared for the karma).
After class, I ran some errands with a friend. When class ends at 3, and dinner at 9, killing time is essential. After cell-phoning, and banking and officing we decided now is the time to join a gym. On the way to the gym that advertised a student discount, we ran into a small gym just a few minutes away from my house. We asked for some information and the owner, who spoke great English, offered us a free trial of the class. Returning at 6:00, I got my ass kicked. It was a bunch of plyometric training, stuff that Solange's body hasn't seen in a fat minute. It was great though! The instructor was super charming, so yes, I bought a membership. I'm well on my way to becoming a real person in Buenos Aires.
To conclude:
Things that made me LOL
1 tiny lady dragging her dog along the block as he pooped in the street ( at least he wiped)
1 stray cat amongst 4 dogs ( sassy little puss. Sat there and stared as if she was bored. Take notes ladies)
1 incredibly large drive thru line at McDonalds (looked kinda like Taco Bell does around 1:30am)
1 lady walking and smoking ( I laughed because my first thought was "Clearly not a Tri Delta". She was tramp stamped too.)
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