It is amazing when even the ordinary is extraordinary.
Two doors down from my residencia is a laundry place where for seven pesos (two US dollars) they wash, dry and fold my laundry in less than a day. I love the little lady that works there, and the fact that she already knows my name. It makes me so excited walking down my street, Paraguay, to see the big blue bubbly sign "Burbujas" meaning bubbles and knowning that I have my clean smelling clothes waiting me inside.
Classes started, and so far they are going really well. It is nice having Spanish class again to get me back on my grammatical game. The major downside is the fact that it is at 9 am each morning. Meaning a very crowded, groggy commute via the subte.
I have officially signed up for a painting class at UMSA one of the local universities (side note: it is located almost across the street from La Bodeguita! a small resturant that Emily reccomended to me, not to mention the same name of my Palo Alto work place...) I got the list of materials, and I am afraid for the first time I will have to break the bank with this purchase.
Speaking of purchases, for 12 pesos (four US dollars) Morgan and I got our nails done on our lunch break today. In order to really try to pass for a porteño I got a deep red on my nails. This is very new and exciting for me as I rarely (if ever) paint my nails. I look down and feel slightly older... The whole finding a nail place was quite an experience as the one reccomended in TimeOut no longer exists so Morgan and I asked all the shop ladies and got their favorite places. We ended up going in a place on a small side street (anyways I don´t know where I am going with this...I am quite distracted writting this in the IES office. Plus I have class in half an hour, about a half hour walk from here).
I hope to post photos very soon, once I have a free second to do so.
Oh really quick (anything really quick is very not porteño style) last night we had an amazing little night cap, where in the pouring rain (and los rayos, or lightening) me, Morgan, Sam and Jason walked to this little resturant for some "suave" dessert.
Last update is that the parental unit has departed buenos aires, but luckily we shared one last amazing meal at Las Cabreles, definetly my number one resturant of choice.
I must run to class...
un beso enorme
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Hola Liz from the parental unit - now back in "Tall Tree" aka Palo Alto and missing dog poo on the streets and great (cheap) steaks and red wine... Reading the blog is more fun than reading the email for some reason? Anyways, our plan is to sign up for Spanish 101 at Paly High, so next visit to comisaría de policías de BsAs will be more interesting and informative. Enjoy city life! We're now back in the safety of the sub urbs...
Love, PU
HIIIIIIIIIIII Liiiiiz!!!!!! I miss you! I love the blog...I actually started one of my own...tigeraparis.blogspot.com but it doesnt have anything written yet, as I'm not leaving for 10 days. I love the nail polish story...remember how different we felt with black satin?? I def have to have dark nail polish be part of my parisian alter-ego--along with self-confidence, feeling emotions fully, and being really hot and frenchish. Argentina sounds amazing! Cheers! Tiger
Hey Liz
Thanks for inviting me to share you adventure down in Argentina. I am really envious that you get to have this experience and get to have friends with you. Saw your folks in London for just an evening which was too short but had such a nice time catching up and eating good food. Ask your mom about the sherry! Sorry to hear about the robbery. Those muricans can be so untrusting. London is great and I spent three weeks in Spain this summer taking courses and also loved the little old lady who did my laundry in a day for such a cheap price. You should have seen the folding! Anyway look forward to reading about your time there. Enjoy and just one question. Why did Madonna in Evita call Buenos Aires the big apple? research that for me when not dancing, drinking, eating and taking art classes! :) Patrick
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