Alfajor mi amor

So I am decidedly eating my way through every type of Alfajor that Argentine has ever made.
For those not in the know (and you all should be in the know...these things are amazing) an alfajor is two wafer-like cookies filled with oozing dulce de leche (I think Argentines would drink, sleep, bathe in, breath dulce de leche if they could) and then dipped in chocolate. Of course there are variations on this great creation, but this is the general idea. I will upload a photo of one once I get passed my fear of carrying expensive things (it took a lot for me to take my computer out of the saftey of my locked closet...)
That being said I should say a quick note about a not so sweet subject. Morgan and I were walking home from ice cream one night (it was Sunday night because we had Monday off) when we had an attempted purse snatching. Now little old Liz here, did not fare so well but Morgan however has some inborn hero genes, and she fended the man off and ended up saving my purse. Not to worry though, the petty crimes have just increased because of how cheap it is here. Also I almost feel like it was a good "rattling" warning to just be more cautious (or to just always travel with someone as I am obviously no good under pressure).
Once I moved past my fear that even the little old lady with her blind dog was an attempted purse snatcher, I have been able to explore new areas, finding some great book stores and the joy of reading the Argentine newspaper (and I can't lie, cosmo in Spanish is pretty enjoyable as well).
So Wednesday nights are a very fashionable night to hit the town (mainly before all the tourists head into the city) and a way to get through the week. That being said, last night a bunch of kids went to Museo, a place in San Telmo known for their after office drinks and open dance floor. Previously mentioned argentine 'date' (I'll reveal his name once my dad has done all governmental background checks etc) drove me and Morgan there. Museo is not the place you want to arrive at with another guy as the male to female ratio is 5:1 (not an exageration, it is literally a sea of business suits...) However since my early morning Spanish class was cancelled today (Thursday) Museo was a good way to celebrate. I'm starting to warm to my Spanish teacher as I found out that she had to cancel class to give a speech on Truman Capote.
Museo almost distracted me from recounting my favorite experience this week. Post-street trauma I was really in need of some relaxation, so I found another yoga studio. There were only three people in the class, and it was a great Ashtanga class (all in Spanish). The instructor was really nice and I think I have finally found my "studio". It is very california-esque, very serene.
It is Buenos Aires fashion week, so some girls from the program and I are hitting that up (for $15 pesos you gain access to the most beautiful clothes, people etc. of buenos.- this city is even more image conscious than LA! who knew that was possible).
One last note to give this blog a little bit of setting: I am sitting in Piacere, a cafe two blocks from my Residencia filled with portenos watching the soccer game on TV. Anytime someone scores every becomes seriously subdued or seriously rowdy, depending on there team. It is almost as if everyone quit there work and found a TV to catch the game. Pedestrians are even peering into the window to catch the score.

I wish I could share a little bit of this Alfajor...