Yep, it's real

Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at blogging ever, don't make fun of me. I know the format is lame. I've been traveling. I'm working on it.

So here I am. I'm in Buenos Aires, Argentina, which is a whole hemisphere different to what I'm used to. It was crazy getting over here. Long story short, Blizzards suck, I can run fast in airports, and the captain of flight 997 is a darling for holding a plane 15 minutes for me. However, this also caused a little baggage mishap... such as not having any. So I'm here, in Buenos Aires Argentina, without a toothbrush, jammies and several other essentials. In the grand scheme of things, worse could happen. I think I love it so far. Is it dumb that it doesn't feel foreign yet? Here's the recount of the past 12 hours.
Got off the plane (the very last one because I sat in the very last row.. made good friends with the flight attendants though), went through several seemingly unnecessary customs windows and then sat in the airport with the "Dallas crew" for like 2 hours. Hurry up and wait is the airport game. good thing I'm easily entertained with people watching. Then we bused to the school for our host families to pick us up. My host mother is super sweet. Old lady wearing a floral chemise and a khaki tank and pants. Probably around 60. Got to the ment and unpacked my hand luggage ( there goes 5 minutes..) and then once again played the waiting game until orientation. Good thing about this round of the game is that there was a bed involved, so I passed out. Can't tell you how long I slept because I have no concept of time  and I'm still without a cell phone. Orientation was quick and easy, but it's crazy how freshman I felt. I walked over there with my "mom" she dropped me off, and I'm left to face a room full of strange faces who all seem to know each other. I sucked it up, put that fake smile of confidence on my face, and looked around the room. Thank goodness I found a couple of the crew.

On the way home after orientation, I went in to a little shop to buy some water, and I met some girls on my program. Quite nice girls. We exchanged some info, and decided going out and making bad decisions should be out off until we at least knew the neighborhood.. We met up to go on a walk around 10:30. I got there a little early, so I walked up and down the street and probably looked like "one of those girls". Anyway, we met up and went to this cute part of town lined with bars and restaurants. We stopped at a cute bar, had a drink, and got out. Home by one. That's what's up.

Oh, and I only got lost like 3 times. Once in front of the girls. They dropped me off at my street, and I went the wrong way. They stopped and stared. As I hustled back, realizing the numbers were increasing rather than decreasing, they were laughing. " At least there's someone worse than me at getting lost" Yes, it was very embarrassing. I'm that girl. Whatever, it was day one.

Stay tuned for day two! City tour, and I'm sure at least 2 more embarrassing stories.