Vanity Fair

-Week one complete! The adventure is just beginning.
A quick observation before recount my adventures thus far:
People here look good. I mean they look really good. It's crazy how many attractive people there are in one area. Granted you might get a weird mullet or inappropriately placed "dred-head" every now and again, but for the most part, well done Argentina! Women take serious care of themselves, and men ( regardless of their creepiness) look good as well. Walking around in sweats and a t shirt is a no-no, and even going to the gym is a big deal. The gym ( which number at least 3 every other block) is just an extension of the fashion show. I cant tell you how much cleavage I saw while I was trying to get some miles in. Nike work out tops with a dangerously deep V neck along with the tightest of spandex capris is the accepted attire. I didn't know this. I wore a t shirt and my 5 year old dance capris. No hair, no make up. I looked a damn fool. The guys at the gym were all wearing their New York marathon muscle shirts that show off those six packs with precision. Outside of the gym, girls are wearing heels... no excuse me, girls are working those heels, despite the bumpy uneven roads and the excess dog poop that decorate the streets. I tip my hat to you ladies. I'm also super intimidated by you. Dowhatchado.

Back to me. It's strange when you leave one life behind to start another. There is such a mix of emotions. Fear, excitement, confusion, desire, hesitation, impatience are consuming me. I have been here 7 and a half days, and on one hand it's flown by. On the other hand, I feel so comfortable that it feels like I've been here for years. I guess I just have to make sure that I take everything in as it comes. I think learning how to really enjoy something will be an important lesson. Too often we experience things superficially. We have our fun and then realize what it actually meant to us once it already passed. Not that it's a bad thing, but I think that this trip is a good opportunity to dig a little deeper.

So to summarize my week. Expensive. Getting a life together is hella expensive, but whatever. That's life. I really like my Spanish teacher. She teaches us the important things, like the bombing of the Jewish center in 1994 and dirty Argentine slang. ( weed is porro). We had a quiz on Friday. Boo. Went out Friday, and I went out hard. Wine is cheap- two bottles for $5.75.    :)   The boliche (club) was fun, but they really could ease up on the strobe lights. If this is how all of them are, I may need to see a neurologist by the time I come home. Saturday was a nice little recovery day. I had lunch at a cute deli with a friend of a friend from the states. I went to China town and it's small but cute. I also found a place to get a Philly roll for 12 pesos! I got seriously lost on my way back, like 15 blocks the wrong direction, in the hot sun, on a recovery day. Ouch. But it was nice. I finally made it home, and my bed was my friend for the next four hours.
Today I went to the botanical gardens and the Japanese Gardens. It was a gorgeous Sunday. The Japanese gardens was like 8 pesos for entry. Not necessarily worth it, but it was still good. Finished my day with ice cream! Is it terrible that ice cream can improve my life like 50 points? Hello, my name  is Solange.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day, and even though I wish I was spending it with that wonderful boy, it's probably gonna be another Titanic and tissues day. Timing and I aren't very good friends. I hope he likes his present though :)

I might od on chocolate too. My life...



Things that made me LOL
-Babies in strollers, no wait toddlers in strollers, no wait 5 and 6 year old children in strollers! Kids are working the system.. I cant even be mad
- Eighty year old couple gettin it on the park bench. Seriously, they were a solid 75-82 years old. I'm not talking cute old couple holding hands. I mean I saw this guys hands do some crazy things under this woman's shirt. And intense making out. He even removed his hat. The snogging continued for a good amount of time. Like five minutes plus. It was like a car wreck. I was seriously uncomfortable and unhappy looking, but I looked. And once again, I can't even be mad.