there are just so many of them. it´s amazing. they are truly a wonder. ask my nose. my nose can´t stop talking about it. all plant life really. my nose is one chatty kathy.
while the north garden is entirely planted, the south garden is undergoing a makeover. it has many, many layers exposing themselves more and more as the days pass. some days the makeover is more of a war (but what makeover isn´t?), and somedays i foolishly think that i might be winning. i know better. i know i will never win. but if i could come in first for the coming months, it would be quite the joy.
the air today was full of travelling seeds. so many, apparently from cottonwoods, that it could appear to be snowing. white puffs drifting so slowly in the air, settling wherever they can. your hair, the kitchen, the garden. the arise in me a combination of wonder and terror.
in the news of the want-to-be tamed land, we have radishes! first thing to harvest, and fortunately i love to eat them. everything else seems to be growing steadily- mustard, brocolli raab, more radishes, carrots, spinach, lettuce, raddichio, beans, peas, marigolds, mesculin mix, beets, kohlrabi. so great! i hope my plants hear all of my sweet words for them.
knitting news
i have officially learned the lesson of knitting a gauge swatch. though i almost faithfully do it, i didn´t do it this one time when the gauge on the yarn wrapper matched the gauge of my pattern. it seems my fist mistake was being so trusting of a little peice of paper. never again will a little peice of paper receive so much trust. i started knitting my baby sweater without much thought. i am not around so many babies, so i wasn´t thinking so much about size. bythe time i got to the neck of one panel, i realized the sweater i was knitting could be worn by a child on their first day of pre-school, or perhaps even kindergarden depending on the child.
it took a little while of swearing and wanting to light what was supposed to be a little adorable garment on fire before i formed a plan. the adorable baby sweater, turned toddler sweater would make yet one more formation into a baby bag-blanket. and now, it´s absolutely adorable, and i think i even like it better than the sweater it was supposed to be. the next task it is to find some time to finish knitting it....
it took a little while of swearing and wanting to light what was supposed to be a little adorable garment on fire before i formed a plan. the adorable baby sweater, turned toddler sweater would make yet one more formation into a baby bag-blanket. and now, it´s absolutely adorable, and i think i even like it better than the sweater it was supposed to be. the next task it is to find some time to finish knitting it....
lechuga, tomate y mas
the first full week in the garden is coming to a close. we´ve created a new mountain of weeds andhave attacked what´s come to be known as "the jungle." the north garden is getting closer and closer to actually being ready to garden. i´m sure if i wasn´t so tired, i´d hardly be able to contain myself.
the most exciting part of the week however was not the weeding, but the new plants. in the toasty warm living room we´ve planted lettuce, raddichio, tomatoes, peppers, crook neck squash, zucchini, cucumbers, broccoli and celery. in the garden there is some mysterious independent spinach, and we´ve planted swiss chard, radishes, beets and onions. thus far we have lovely little lettuces sprouting, raddichio, tomatoes and radishes. so cute, so new, so wonderful. i promise to love them if they promise to grow.
the weather has been beautiful this week, so i´ve spent all my time outside and no time knitting. fortunately i finished my mancala board before moving last weekend. i´m hoping to finish the top i started in the next couple days. without the knitting group, i don´t have any designated knitting time, but i´m sure some rain isn´t too far away.
after spending a few hours in mill city this week, i´m finding it quite charming. pockets around the town are home to some nice houses with beautifully landscaped yards. the river running through town has a path next to it. the thrift store is full of crazy and amazing things. the pharmacy is full of teapots and great toys. the town isn´t at all what i imagined, but i like it.
and now for a relaxing evening...
the most exciting part of the week however was not the weeding, but the new plants. in the toasty warm living room we´ve planted lettuce, raddichio, tomatoes, peppers, crook neck squash, zucchini, cucumbers, broccoli and celery. in the garden there is some mysterious independent spinach, and we´ve planted swiss chard, radishes, beets and onions. thus far we have lovely little lettuces sprouting, raddichio, tomatoes and radishes. so cute, so new, so wonderful. i promise to love them if they promise to grow.
the weather has been beautiful this week, so i´ve spent all my time outside and no time knitting. fortunately i finished my mancala board before moving last weekend. i´m hoping to finish the top i started in the next couple days. without the knitting group, i don´t have any designated knitting time, but i´m sure some rain isn´t too far away.
after spending a few hours in mill city this week, i´m finding it quite charming. pockets around the town are home to some nice houses with beautifully landscaped yards. the river running through town has a path next to it. the thrift store is full of crazy and amazing things. the pharmacy is full of teapots and great toys. the town isn´t at all what i imagined, but i like it.
and now for a relaxing evening...
let's go gardening!
after looking for a job for two months now, i've finally had some luck. i haven't been offered a single job (though i am an extraordinarily popular second choice), but i have be been offered an internship gardening. i may not be getting rich anytime soon, but i may be getting tan.
i will be growing a half acre garden in lyons, or in the midst of absolute beauty. the garden is for opal creek, an education center in a preserved wilderness area. the believe in feeding the guests with locally grown food and in sustainability, so they have started a small garden, taking steps in the right direction. it will be a wonderful test of my gardening skills and a great learning experience. i am open to all gardening advice.
as for the compost here in prineville, it is doing well. it seems to be processing, getting smaller everyday. there are no warning signs of it not working (it's not smelly or leaking out the bottom), so i'll boldly assume that it is working. my interest in compost is becoming more obsessive, and i found myself in an in-depth composting conversation this morning in the hospital waiting room. i'm sure the people a couple chairs down were entertained to hear my talking about how great pee is for the compost pile. (really though, it is.)
it seems a much-wanted lifestyle change is on the horizon...
i will be growing a half acre garden in lyons, or in the midst of absolute beauty. the garden is for opal creek, an education center in a preserved wilderness area. the believe in feeding the guests with locally grown food and in sustainability, so they have started a small garden, taking steps in the right direction. it will be a wonderful test of my gardening skills and a great learning experience. i am open to all gardening advice.
as for the compost here in prineville, it is doing well. it seems to be processing, getting smaller everyday. there are no warning signs of it not working (it's not smelly or leaking out the bottom), so i'll boldly assume that it is working. my interest in compost is becoming more obsessive, and i found myself in an in-depth composting conversation this morning in the hospital waiting room. i'm sure the people a couple chairs down were entertained to hear my talking about how great pee is for the compost pile. (really though, it is.)
it seems a much-wanted lifestyle change is on the horizon...
adventures in composting
i´m trying my hand at composting after thinking about it and wanting to do it for so long. after 2 weeks i have a bin (about 15 gallons?) nearly full and ready to process. it seems that my trash is probably 75% raw food waste, and it´s great to be able to do something with it. i´m using lots of newspaper and trying not to worry too much about the carbon/nitrogen ratio. i will turn and mix the bin once a day and hope that will all the differing things i´ve read, i will have some sort of nice humus in 2-3 weeks.
snowboarding = ouch
i've been thinking about snowboarding for a few months now, and yesterday i finally went to hoodoo. hoodoo is a fun little low-key place outside of sisters, or. i've only been snowboarding once before with my brother. i remember spending a lot of time on the ground, spending a little too much time in the air and not being able to move the next day. today i'm doing sort of a shuffle and knocking things over here and there, but it's not so bad.
we started out our day with a lesson that nearly bored us to tears. it ends up that B hates snowboarding and i love it. i spent the afternoon on the bunny hill by myself, going in a non-stop cycle up the lift, down the hill and up again. i would tell myself it was the last time or that i would rest a moment, but before i knew it i was on the lift again. miraculously i even made it down the hill a few times without falling. i love it. i even love my shuffle today. i want a little mountain in my backyard.
so today is for recovery and knitting. i am working on the mancala board and a little pad for the tea pot. i will beg the cooperation of the washing machine this afternoon to felt. and perhaps i'll get around to knitting some more of the lace. so tedious, but sooooo good.
we started out our day with a lesson that nearly bored us to tears. it ends up that B hates snowboarding and i love it. i spent the afternoon on the bunny hill by myself, going in a non-stop cycle up the lift, down the hill and up again. i would tell myself it was the last time or that i would rest a moment, but before i knew it i was on the lift again. miraculously i even made it down the hill a few times without falling. i love it. i even love my shuffle today. i want a little mountain in my backyard.
so today is for recovery and knitting. i am working on the mancala board and a little pad for the tea pot. i will beg the cooperation of the washing machine this afternoon to felt. and perhaps i'll get around to knitting some more of the lace. so tedious, but sooooo good.
ineligibility
it seems that i am ineligible for unemployment. why? because for unemoployment qualification they look at your work history/income/hours from two quarters ago. so, they looked only at my work from jul/aug/sep. it just so happens that i started in late july and worked july and august 32 hours/week part time. i can refile for unemployment in april, when they'll look at my work from oct/nov/dec, and then i'll qualify. obviously i'm pissed, i'm not quite sure how to take this. so, please share your unemployment stories with me to cheer me up.
have i ever mentioned how much i hate looking for a job? truly. es lo peor de lo peor. i think i'll look for something in farming... i've been looking at farming internships, but so many of them offer next to no money. i realize they are "learning opportunities," but if i'm going to work my ass off...
i'm open to suggestions for wonderful things to do in the near future. any ideas?
have i ever mentioned how much i hate looking for a job? truly. es lo peor de lo peor. i think i'll look for something in farming... i've been looking at farming internships, but so many of them offer next to no money. i realize they are "learning opportunities," but if i'm going to work my ass off...
i'm open to suggestions for wonderful things to do in the near future. any ideas?
9 months later....
so much and so little can happen in 9 months that it's hard to know where to begin. here's the month-by-month synopsis.
MAY: back in the u.s. after 9 months of travelling. recovery. began the hardcore job search. planted the garden.
JUN: continued the hardcore job search. uneventfully turned 27. tended the garden. obsessive knitting. weeklong camping trip and job interviews around oregon.
JUL: ate an absurd amount of cherry tomatoes in the the garden. family is convinced the cherry tomato plant never produced. officially ran out of money. modified the job search to local. started working pt for prineville public works.
AUG: rode my bike to work. learned that in prineville only people with DUIs and kids ride bikes. started the apartment hunt. learned that in prineville a 27 year old woman looking for a one bedroom apartment is considered a spinster. started a knitting group.
SEP: got promoted to full time. moved into new apartment. like a crazy woman, i started going to every yard sale i could find. furnished my apartment.
OCT: B arrived in oregon. lance and melissa got married. weekends on the coast. discovered yachats.
NOV: thanksgiving with the parents. visited ghost towns of oregon. the dalles christmas parade, seaside christmas parade, newport lighted boat parade.
DEC: winter weather. cold walks to work in the morning. christmas with B in prineville. new years at the sand dunes. knitting group yarn exchange.
JAN: sitka open house. elimination of my job, became unemployed. prineville city council meeting with over 150 people, all irate. filed for unemployment. start the job search again.
this month: uncover local government corruption- finding the information to support the theories. starting to become an actual prineville resident. going on the job hunt, again.
more to come shortly....
MAY: back in the u.s. after 9 months of travelling. recovery. began the hardcore job search. planted the garden.
JUN: continued the hardcore job search. uneventfully turned 27. tended the garden. obsessive knitting. weeklong camping trip and job interviews around oregon.
JUL: ate an absurd amount of cherry tomatoes in the the garden. family is convinced the cherry tomato plant never produced. officially ran out of money. modified the job search to local. started working pt for prineville public works.
AUG: rode my bike to work. learned that in prineville only people with DUIs and kids ride bikes. started the apartment hunt. learned that in prineville a 27 year old woman looking for a one bedroom apartment is considered a spinster. started a knitting group.
SEP: got promoted to full time. moved into new apartment. like a crazy woman, i started going to every yard sale i could find. furnished my apartment.
OCT: B arrived in oregon. lance and melissa got married. weekends on the coast. discovered yachats.
NOV: thanksgiving with the parents. visited ghost towns of oregon. the dalles christmas parade, seaside christmas parade, newport lighted boat parade.
DEC: winter weather. cold walks to work in the morning. christmas with B in prineville. new years at the sand dunes. knitting group yarn exchange.
JAN: sitka open house. elimination of my job, became unemployed. prineville city council meeting with over 150 people, all irate. filed for unemployment. start the job search again.
this month: uncover local government corruption- finding the information to support the theories. starting to become an actual prineville resident. going on the job hunt, again.
more to come shortly....
I drove on the wrong side of the road.
It wasn't in Belfast, it was in Ballyboughal a few days back. We went out in the morning (a quiet morning, thank goodness), I turned out of the driveway of our B&B and began driving on the right side of the road. Right as in the opposite of left, right not as in correct, right as if I were driving a car on another continent altogether. One would think that this may have felt a bit strange, seeing as the steering wheel is on the right (not left) side of the car. I felt nothing of the sort. In fact, I drove this way for 5 minutes or so. (Once again, thank goodness it was a quiet morning.) It was not until we hit a stretch of road of some significant legnth that I saw a car coming at me in what I had thought to be my lane. I will stress that it was some distance away, and we were by no means in any danger. First confusion ran over me, then the realization of what I was doing, and finally the oh shit I'm driving on the wrong side of the road and need to get into my own lane. My mother didn't even notice it. Apparently there is more than one reason why I am doing all of the driving.
Ireland
Things I've learned since being in Ireland:
- The churches here are all amazing, beautiful stained glass and lots of gothic architecture. The only strange thing we've seen with the churches is the occasional statues of saints being all covered up in something that looks like a giant silk sack. If anybody can explain this to me, I'd be forever grateful.
- Driving is insanity derived from the small roads, poor road signs and driving with my mother.
- Ireland is more than green, rolling hills. It's actually has a quite varied and beautiful terrain.
- Sheep in Ireland are EXCESSIVELY hairy. Really. It's almost creepy. I asked for a baby Irish lamb for my birthday.
- Mom needs a pair of bifocal sunglasses so she can read the map (attempt to read the map rather) without switching out of her sunglasses. Hopefully thinking on my part that this would help.
- Castles lose their charm after you've seen a few of them. Unless maybe you grew up dreaming about castles. But I didn't.
- The churches here are all amazing, beautiful stained glass and lots of gothic architecture. The only strange thing we've seen with the churches is the occasional statues of saints being all covered up in something that looks like a giant silk sack. If anybody can explain this to me, I'd be forever grateful.
- Driving is insanity derived from the small roads, poor road signs and driving with my mother.
- Ireland is more than green, rolling hills. It's actually has a quite varied and beautiful terrain.
- Sheep in Ireland are EXCESSIVELY hairy. Really. It's almost creepy. I asked for a baby Irish lamb for my birthday.
- Mom needs a pair of bifocal sunglasses so she can read the map (attempt to read the map rather) without switching out of her sunglasses. Hopefully thinking on my part that this would help.
- Castles lose their charm after you've seen a few of them. Unless maybe you grew up dreaming about castles. But I didn't.
Off again
It feels like I just arrived in the states, and I'm off again. I'm leaving for the airport in 15 minutes for a 7:45 am flight to Shannon, Ireland via New Jersey. 3 weeks in Ireland with mom. And now my dad has to look at the computer to find out how to get us to the airport. Wish us luck.
Back.
I'm back in the United States. There doesn't appear to be anything that I missed terribly or was happy to get back to. Instead there are things that I missing about other places, mostly Argentina. I miss the good coffee. I miss the spanish. I miss my love. I miss the clouds there. I miss things not being so easy, but having small hurdles to accomplish little daily things.
Here I'm seeing that: Americans are quite overweight. Quite. Strip malls are growing at an exponential rate. I had no idea they could pop up so quickly. My hometown is so completely changed that I don't belive I could navigate it, and I have no desire to. Americans talk loud, not only on their cell phones, but to the people right next to them. There is a failing effort to beautify the towns that have grown into small cities. All the cars here are new. All strip-mall parking lots, as well as mall parking lots are designed for people to get into their cars and drive from place to place. Pedestrian traffic is unwelcome and highly discouraged.
I'll be heading up to Oregon on Tuesday. I have a week to prepare for my trip to Ireland with my mother. We're going to Ireland (and hopefully we'll squeeze in Scotland and Wales) for 3 weeks. It's our first time travelling together, so I ask everybody to think good thoughts for us. Perhaps if you make a wish on a dandelion or an eyelash or over railroad tracks, you can make a wish for me. I promise to return the favor when you need a wish. I am thinking positive, that we're going to have a good time and things will go smoothly. The only pending thing that needs to happen before we leave is me getting a new drivers license. I need to take and pass the Oregon driving test sometime over the next week. I'm not worried, but some previous residents of California have been known to fail their first time around...
Here I'm seeing that: Americans are quite overweight. Quite. Strip malls are growing at an exponential rate. I had no idea they could pop up so quickly. My hometown is so completely changed that I don't belive I could navigate it, and I have no desire to. Americans talk loud, not only on their cell phones, but to the people right next to them. There is a failing effort to beautify the towns that have grown into small cities. All the cars here are new. All strip-mall parking lots, as well as mall parking lots are designed for people to get into their cars and drive from place to place. Pedestrian traffic is unwelcome and highly discouraged.
I'll be heading up to Oregon on Tuesday. I have a week to prepare for my trip to Ireland with my mother. We're going to Ireland (and hopefully we'll squeeze in Scotland and Wales) for 3 weeks. It's our first time travelling together, so I ask everybody to think good thoughts for us. Perhaps if you make a wish on a dandelion or an eyelash or over railroad tracks, you can make a wish for me. I promise to return the favor when you need a wish. I am thinking positive, that we're going to have a good time and things will go smoothly. The only pending thing that needs to happen before we leave is me getting a new drivers license. I need to take and pass the Oregon driving test sometime over the next week. I'm not worried, but some previous residents of California have been known to fail their first time around...
2 lessons from me to you
1. Do not, by any means, eat fried empanadas before boarding a bus of which condition and your seats are unknown. In the end, you will be pacing down the aisle of the bus hoping not to vomit. If you are lucky, you will recover after the bus stops and all will be good and fine. However, by experience I will tell you that you will not be lucky. You will befriend the bus station bathroom and delay your future travels for one day. So, even if you're hungry, don't let the empanadas tempt you. Even if they are from Pachamama.
2. Do not, by any means, get too comfortable. If you do, you are likely to have a lapse in judgement. In your lapse of judgement it is likely that some evil person will steal things from you. Something like your bag with your camera, wallet, and new llama pendant from someone special. You will be irritated, blame yourself, and have many annoying logistics to follow. So, even if you're having a wonderful day where you feel like everyone is wonderful and all you want to do is frolic and be happy and relaxed, remember that everyone is indeed not wonderful. Not only are they not wonderful, they will indulge in any opportunity they have to remind you of how unwonderful they are.
Things you might learn:
To be zen and acknowledge that things are just things, that you've really lost nothing of value other than your trust of people. And the llama, because that was special.
That you can speak spanish in a time of crisis. You can find the words you want, use them and people seem to understand you just fine. Thank goodness.
That you still love Argentina. It will take more than vomit and theivery to change your mind.
2. Do not, by any means, get too comfortable. If you do, you are likely to have a lapse in judgement. In your lapse of judgement it is likely that some evil person will steal things from you. Something like your bag with your camera, wallet, and new llama pendant from someone special. You will be irritated, blame yourself, and have many annoying logistics to follow. So, even if you're having a wonderful day where you feel like everyone is wonderful and all you want to do is frolic and be happy and relaxed, remember that everyone is indeed not wonderful. Not only are they not wonderful, they will indulge in any opportunity they have to remind you of how unwonderful they are.
Things you might learn:
To be zen and acknowledge that things are just things, that you've really lost nothing of value other than your trust of people. And the llama, because that was special.
That you can speak spanish in a time of crisis. You can find the words you want, use them and people seem to understand you just fine. Thank goodness.
That you still love Argentina. It will take more than vomit and theivery to change your mind.
Salta
I've finally made it ou t of Buenos Aires. After a 20 hour bus ride I'm now in Salta, which is in the northwest of Argentina. It's a very small city and quite different from BsAs. Everything is beautiful and well kept. The grass is green, there isn't dogshit anywhere, people are friendly and there is fabulous scenery all around. We haven't done much yet, just wander around the city mostly, but we have a week to explore the area. We're both crossing our fingers that the weather.com report is wrong and it won't rain the entire time...
And now...
Went to dinner last night and meet the artist/thinker behind United Transnational Replublics. The website is http://www.transnationalrepublic.org
It looks like my travel plans are starting to take some shape. On the agenda is Iguazu Falls, San Ignacio, Salta, Chaco and Cordoba. If I can possibly get all of that in. I also have a Argentine travelling companion, and I know that we're going to have loads of fun together. I can't wait.
It looks like my travel plans are starting to take some shape. On the agenda is Iguazu Falls, San Ignacio, Salta, Chaco and Cordoba. If I can possibly get all of that in. I also have a Argentine travelling companion, and I know that we're going to have loads of fun together. I can't wait.
Life.
I'm a little behind with the posting... I've started being a bit more settled here. I have a favorite café that I go to in the morning, where I don't have to order anymore. I have my routine of spanish class and tango class. And I've started dating. Yep, dating. It's strange and funny, but I'm loving it. It's so wonderful to be single again and enjoying life how I want to. And so, I've been distracted.
It looks like I may be spending my last 2 weeks in Argentina travelling a little bit around the country. I keep trying to sit down and do some reading about where to go, but my attention span is betraying me. If anybody knows anything about Argentina and has any reccomendations, I will love you forever. I'll take some pictures for you and buy you some cheap plastic souvenir of 2 tango dancers or something just as horribley cheesey.
It looks like I may be spending my last 2 weeks in Argentina travelling a little bit around the country. I keep trying to sit down and do some reading about where to go, but my attention span is betraying me. If anybody knows anything about Argentina and has any reccomendations, I will love you forever. I'll take some pictures for you and buy you some cheap plastic souvenir of 2 tango dancers or something just as horribley cheesey.
I didn't think I've posted in a while... I think it's because I'm settling into a bit of routine. Routine can definetely feel good and nice and cozy, but it also has a tendency to make me lazy. So, I have to fight that and continuously remind myself that I'm in BsAs, and I want to make the most of it.
Last weekend was good, but nothing too crazy. Went out on Saturday night with the intention of going to Klub Killer. I've intended to go there for I think 3 weeks now and still haven't made it. I went out with 2 of my roommates to Fin Del Mundo for a couple drinks before we were going to head over to Klub Killer. We ended up talking to some locals that convinced us to go to another "better" bar. The bar was okay, and it was a long and strange night.
On Sunday I went to a movie in Puerto Madera. They have free outdoor movies. I couldn't believe how many people were there. The movie started at 9:00, and even though it was in spanish it was such a stupid movie that I understood the whole thing. But it was a beautiful night, and I'm glad I went. There's also a market and food and stuff going on at Puerto Madera all weekend. It's crazy that they still have the markets going on at 9:00. Most of the venders were starting to pack up, but I would have expected that they would have been long gone.
Went to tango class on Tuesday as usual. Went to a gay milonga last night. That was interesting. It's a weekly event in a small place. It's very different to watch two men dancing tango together, and I quite like it. People there looked they were having a lot more fun than those I saw at the traditional milonga I went to. It's much more lighthearted. I didn't dance. I don't feel like I know enough yet to even embarass myself. Maybe by the time I leave I'll be able to get my ass on the dance floor.
Last weekend was good, but nothing too crazy. Went out on Saturday night with the intention of going to Klub Killer. I've intended to go there for I think 3 weeks now and still haven't made it. I went out with 2 of my roommates to Fin Del Mundo for a couple drinks before we were going to head over to Klub Killer. We ended up talking to some locals that convinced us to go to another "better" bar. The bar was okay, and it was a long and strange night.
On Sunday I went to a movie in Puerto Madera. They have free outdoor movies. I couldn't believe how many people were there. The movie started at 9:00, and even though it was in spanish it was such a stupid movie that I understood the whole thing. But it was a beautiful night, and I'm glad I went. There's also a market and food and stuff going on at Puerto Madera all weekend. It's crazy that they still have the markets going on at 9:00. Most of the venders were starting to pack up, but I would have expected that they would have been long gone.
Went to tango class on Tuesday as usual. Went to a gay milonga last night. That was interesting. It's a weekly event in a small place. It's very different to watch two men dancing tango together, and I quite like it. People there looked they were having a lot more fun than those I saw at the traditional milonga I went to. It's much more lighthearted. I didn't dance. I don't feel like I know enough yet to even embarass myself. Maybe by the time I leave I'll be able to get my ass on the dance floor.
24 hour make out session
The people here are something else. Public affection is like a religion. Every other person you see is making out. And if they're not making out it's because they're by themselves. In that case, if they are a woman they are most likely pregnant, and if they are a man they are leering at you like they want to make out. I just can't get used to it.
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.
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.
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