I had a night last night that I've been waiting for since I arrived in BsAs. I was at tango class, the same queer tango that I've been to a couple times before. I'm acquainted with most of the people there by now, but that didn't seem to matter last night. I felt completely isolated from everybody. I couldn't figure out how to say anything that I wanted to, and it didn't seem like anybody wanted to spend their night struggling to understand what the foreigner was saying. I can't blame them. I would rather just have a carefree conversation too, but it's just not possible now. And so I felt like the outsider, completely isolated and alone. It sucked. I knew it was coming, I just didn't know when. I didn't expect that the more spanish I learned the harder it would get. I thought it would get easier. I now know just enough to get frustrated when I can't get the words out. It was the first time I wondered what I was doing here in Argentina, why I came to a country where I couldn't communicate with words and how I thought I was going to get by.

We were supposed to take a class field trip to the delta today for a relaxing day of swimming, however it poured down rain. We were going to have class as usual, but after last night I just wasn't feeling up to it. After 3 1/2 weeks of spanish class every weekday I just needed a break. I slept in until 11, went out for coffee and went to see a movie in english. I felt guilty doing it, but it still felt good. It was a much needed escape. And now I can go back to spanish class tomorrow, and in theory I'll be a little refreshed and ready to learn again.