Here is what actually happened Wednesday night upon leaving Museum:
Kelly has a habit of asking people what their favorite Parrilla is in the city as a way of breaking the ice with those who don't speak English. So I asked this to Jorge (not George) our cab driver, and he interpreted it as us wanting to go to a Parrilla right then. I said no, we didn't want to pay for the cab ride and such, he turned off the meter and said it's fine, you can come as my guests, I was going any way and I'm inviting you. So we drove to Belgrano. The place was called Lo de Charly and it was half-filled with men who just finished night shifts and a swarm of off-duty police officers.
The food came and Kelly just stared at it, so I kept yelling at her, "Just don't ask," but it was incredibly delicious (except for the aforementioned squiggly intestine-type swirl). When we were too full to go on, Kelly made to leave, but I informed her that the meat was yet to come. Which came with a delicious salsa criolla, so we forced it down. The whole time we made small talk in Spanish and the wait staff just stared at us, obviously confused by our presence.
He then drove us home and refused our money, so we threw 20 pesos at him and went home with our leftovers. Which Kelly ate at 6 am today upon our return from Amerika, the gay club.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
cow intestines anyone?
Last night was a little different than our usual Wednesday. It started out normal, with Cousin Leah and I heading to the Alamo for some drinks. We got there a little later than usual because I was deeply involved in Fast and Furious 3: Tokyo Drift, but Leah managed to drag me away from the TV. We were in the downstairs bar and noticed a girl wearing a Mets T shirt, so we got to talking. She was with a few others and I think they were there for some summer teaching program, but they were pretty drunk and hard to understand. It turned out it was one of the girl's birthdays so we decided to take them under our wing and drag them to Museum.
We got there, lots of dancing, lots of fun. When they played Usher's Yeah, lets just say we went a little nuts. It was after we left the club that things got a little weird.
I'm going to interrupt this posting and just say that as I type this Leah is cutting her bangs in the bathroom and just said, "whoa, bold move Leah." I really hope it turns out okay, cause I don't feel like doing damage control.
ANYWAYS, we get in the cab and I look towards the front seat and there is A TV ON THE DASHBOARD! The cabdriver, George, turns it on and we begin watching Transformers (in spanish of course). George noticed how into it I was and pulled over to let me sit in the front to watch it closer. He and Leah began talking and I had no idea what was going on when all of a sudden, George turns off the meter. I look around and we are heading in the opposite direction of our apartment. Leah seemed perfectly fine with it, so I just continued watching the movie until we pulled over in front of a restaurant.
Apparently, Leah had asked George where the best Parrilla food was and he had thought she meant right then, at 3 am. I guess he took it upon himself to take us to this very Argentine restaurant and feed us. We sit down, he orders for us, I have no idea whats going on. When the waiter brings food, its this delicous salad of eggs and potatoes with olive oil and lots of salt. George mixes it together and scoops it all onto or plates, grabs hunks of bread and hands them to us, and tells us to eat. Best A bar food ever, let me tell you.
But then the next course comes out and I don't even think about what I'm eating. It's all different types of meat, some really chewy, some really delicious. I've tried everything and I look over at Leah and she's eaten most of hers, except this weird curly cue meat. I asked her why and she was like, "Kelly, do you realize what all of this meat is?" Then it hit me. I was eating all the disgusting insides of the cow and didn't notice cause I was too drunk! She was laughing at me and was like, "yeah, I don't know what any of this is, but just eat it. I think your favorite one was the kidney." We started guessing what each meat was, and came to the conclusion the weird curly one was probably intestines and should be avoided. Unfortunately, that didn't stop George from trying to put the rest on our plates.
Now, I am stuffed at this point and cannot keep eating and its getting close to 4:30. I thought it was time to go, but little did I realize that we still had the whole rest of the cow to eat! Leah was like, "Kelly, we just ate the insides, now it's time for the outside." I thought she was joking until the waiter brought out this platter of steaks. I just started laughing hysterically, because it was SO MUCH FOOD. George kept scooping more of the potato salad onto our plates and telling us to eat, but I was sooo done with it.
Finally, we left the place and started driving home, watching Transformers all the way. I think Leah was passing out in the back, but I was into the movie so I stayed awake and talked to George. He kept shouting, "Megatron!" and "Optimus Prime" at me, which was really the only "spanish" I could handle at that point. I think he even said, "Megan Fox, muy sexy!" It was hilarious. He dropped us off around 5 am and insisted we didn't pay him for the cab ride because he had enjoyed our company and gave us his card in case we ever wanted him as our cab driver again, which we obviously do.
We got there, lots of dancing, lots of fun. When they played Usher's Yeah, lets just say we went a little nuts. It was after we left the club that things got a little weird.
I'm going to interrupt this posting and just say that as I type this Leah is cutting her bangs in the bathroom and just said, "whoa, bold move Leah." I really hope it turns out okay, cause I don't feel like doing damage control.
ANYWAYS, we get in the cab and I look towards the front seat and there is A TV ON THE DASHBOARD! The cabdriver, George, turns it on and we begin watching Transformers (in spanish of course). George noticed how into it I was and pulled over to let me sit in the front to watch it closer. He and Leah began talking and I had no idea what was going on when all of a sudden, George turns off the meter. I look around and we are heading in the opposite direction of our apartment. Leah seemed perfectly fine with it, so I just continued watching the movie until we pulled over in front of a restaurant.
Apparently, Leah had asked George where the best Parrilla food was and he had thought she meant right then, at 3 am. I guess he took it upon himself to take us to this very Argentine restaurant and feed us. We sit down, he orders for us, I have no idea whats going on. When the waiter brings food, its this delicous salad of eggs and potatoes with olive oil and lots of salt. George mixes it together and scoops it all onto or plates, grabs hunks of bread and hands them to us, and tells us to eat. Best A bar food ever, let me tell you.
But then the next course comes out and I don't even think about what I'm eating. It's all different types of meat, some really chewy, some really delicious. I've tried everything and I look over at Leah and she's eaten most of hers, except this weird curly cue meat. I asked her why and she was like, "Kelly, do you realize what all of this meat is?" Then it hit me. I was eating all the disgusting insides of the cow and didn't notice cause I was too drunk! She was laughing at me and was like, "yeah, I don't know what any of this is, but just eat it. I think your favorite one was the kidney." We started guessing what each meat was, and came to the conclusion the weird curly one was probably intestines and should be avoided. Unfortunately, that didn't stop George from trying to put the rest on our plates.
Now, I am stuffed at this point and cannot keep eating and its getting close to 4:30. I thought it was time to go, but little did I realize that we still had the whole rest of the cow to eat! Leah was like, "Kelly, we just ate the insides, now it's time for the outside." I thought she was joking until the waiter brought out this platter of steaks. I just started laughing hysterically, because it was SO MUCH FOOD. George kept scooping more of the potato salad onto our plates and telling us to eat, but I was sooo done with it.
Finally, we left the place and started driving home, watching Transformers all the way. I think Leah was passing out in the back, but I was into the movie so I stayed awake and talked to George. He kept shouting, "Megatron!" and "Optimus Prime" at me, which was really the only "spanish" I could handle at that point. I think he even said, "Megan Fox, muy sexy!" It was hilarious. He dropped us off around 5 am and insisted we didn't pay him for the cab ride because he had enjoyed our company and gave us his card in case we ever wanted him as our cab driver again, which we obviously do.
Monday, August 25, 2008
We are SO cool
So this is a conversation Leah and I had at the bar Saturday night. We'd had a pretty long week, going to clubs since Wednesday, and we decided we just wanted to chill and have a beer somewhere. The Olympics were on the TV and it was some sort of gymnastics/dancing with jump ropes thing. From there we got on the subject of Michael Phelps.
Me: He just doesn't really do it for me.
Leah: No, me neither.
Me: But that whole 10,000 calorie a day thing is pretty awesome. I can only imagine what he eats.
Leah: Do you think he can have empty calorie stuff, like Doritos?
Me: Nah, I bet he has to eat like, 20 eggs, really boring healthy stuff.
Leah: When I was a lad I'd eat 4 dozen eggs, every morning to help me get large. And now that I've grown I eat 5 dozen eggs, so I'm roughly the size of a BAAAAARGE!
Me: That's it! Michael Phelps is on the Gaston diet!
Leah: I wish I could be on the Gaston diet. I don't know why more people aren't on it. It clearly worked for him.
Me: I always thought Gaston was kind of a stud, ya know, in a Disney way.
Leah: Yeah but I can't get the visual of his smelly feet when he goes to propose to Belle out of my head.
Me: I know, but still, Belle should have given him a chance. He was the best guy in that village. I think she was being a little closed-minded about the whole "waiting for her perfect storybook prince." You really didn't like Gaston?
Leah: Oh no, I was all about the Beast.
Me: Yeah, I guess he was cute after he transformed.
Leah: No, no, no. I thought he was much sexier when he WAS the Beast.
Me: AHAHAHAHA that does not surprise me at all.
This discussion went on for several more minutes. We have talks like this all the time. People must think we are CRAZY
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Argentina gets the gold!
So our lease is about halfway up and our gym membership is about to run out (we'll see if that gets renewed...) and we still haven't even seen the Casa Rosada or Evita's grave. Which, to be honest, is not for lack of mobility but rather for lack of effort, as we have been to the cemetery twice but still haven't seen the tomb of it's most famous inhabitant. We did however complete our first tourist activity this week with a trip to the Museo Nacional de Arte Decorativo, which is probably the smallest museum in the city and the closest to our apartment and free on the day we went, but at least it's something. They were having a Rodin exhibit so I'd say it was 45 minutes well spent.
Pictures from the day out:
Last night we wanted a night on the town, and we decided trying a new bar was in order. We accidentally found some kind of local dive and had a couple of beers while we watched the soccer game (Argentina vs. Nigeria). At 3ish we left to go to Pachá, as has become the trend of our Fridays, as the music is much more Americanized (and danceable) compared to the electronica of Saturdays. We showed up expecting the typical unbearably crowded dance floor, and it was just as crowded as we expected except everyone was sitting. The screens around the room were all broadcasting the game. There was no music or dancing. Just sitting quietly on the white pleather benches the management had strewn about the dancefloor...it was very surreal. But we waited out the game with some more beer and then joined the celebration of Argentine glory by dancing to such hits as Scissor Sisters' "I Don't Feel like Dancing." And we ran into one of those rugby players...I swear, they are as omnipresent in this city as the dog crap that covers the sidewalks.
We came home at 6 starving, so we hit up McDonald's. They were out of hamburgers to our chagrin, as well as to that of the 30 or so teenage boys swarming the counter. So we devoured 2 large fries, then went around the corner and got empanadas which magically came with pieces of onion pizza-bread that I can't really describe but which was exactly what we wanted. Success.
Pictures from the day out:
Last night we wanted a night on the town, and we decided trying a new bar was in order. We accidentally found some kind of local dive and had a couple of beers while we watched the soccer game (Argentina vs. Nigeria). At 3ish we left to go to Pachá, as has become the trend of our Fridays, as the music is much more Americanized (and danceable) compared to the electronica of Saturdays. We showed up expecting the typical unbearably crowded dance floor, and it was just as crowded as we expected except everyone was sitting. The screens around the room were all broadcasting the game. There was no music or dancing. Just sitting quietly on the white pleather benches the management had strewn about the dancefloor...it was very surreal. But we waited out the game with some more beer and then joined the celebration of Argentine glory by dancing to such hits as Scissor Sisters' "I Don't Feel like Dancing." And we ran into one of those rugby players...I swear, they are as omnipresent in this city as the dog crap that covers the sidewalks.
We came home at 6 starving, so we hit up McDonald's. They were out of hamburgers to our chagrin, as well as to that of the 30 or so teenage boys swarming the counter. So we devoured 2 large fries, then went around the corner and got empanadas which magically came with pieces of onion pizza-bread that I can't really describe but which was exactly what we wanted. Success.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Greatest Clip Ever
Dayman / Nightman
I get this stuck in my head AT LEAST 4 times a day. I can say with full certainty that it is, in fact, the greatest thing ever. Those who have also seen it should agree with me. ENJOY
Monday, August 18, 2008
Accidental Pool Party
So we were invited to a house party by Time, one of our language school friends, in Palermo Soho. The house/apartment was amazing - all open air with lofts and a fire pole, very spacious and comfortable. But right when you walk in, their is a pool with colored lights in the middle of the floor. About 1.5 x 3 meters. Which was terrifying, because the floor was slippery enough, especially in heels. So we carefully avoided the pool all night by any means possible.
It was a cheese party. Mostly vodka and cheese. We socialized and lamented the absence of drinking games. Hours into the party, a couple Argentine girls showed up. And one walked straight into the pool. She just fell. Like a pencil jump into a 4 foot deep pool. And the whole party, maybe 30 people or so... turned and stared in silenced awe. I mean there was just nothing that could be said. We left soon after... all entertainment was bound to be a disappointment from there.
It was a cheese party. Mostly vodka and cheese. We socialized and lamented the absence of drinking games. Hours into the party, a couple Argentine girls showed up. And one walked straight into the pool. She just fell. Like a pencil jump into a 4 foot deep pool. And the whole party, maybe 30 people or so... turned and stared in silenced awe. I mean there was just nothing that could be said. We left soon after... all entertainment was bound to be a disappointment from there.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Our First Haircut
Today Cousin Leah and I decided to get our haircut at a place down the street. This is a big step for me, because I live in constant fear of Argentine hairstyles. We got there, filled out forms, and Cousin Leah was whisked away instantly, leaving me to wonder how to politely tell whoever cut my hair I don't want a mullet.
So some woman comes up to me and starting jabbering away at me in spanish. I tried to understand what she was saying, but I ended up just staring at her, so she probably thought I was mildly retarded. We went near Leah and I had her explain to the lady I just wanted it cut with some layers, blah blah blah. She was halfway through drying my hair when I mildly started to panic. The layers were looking very spread out, very mullet like. Then I realized it was the way she was curling and drying it, not the way it was cut. That made me laugh and by the time she was done, WOW, it looked hilarious.
When I was finished, Leah was only getting her hair washed, so I went home. Ten minutes later, Leah comes barging through the door screaming, "OH MY GOD!!!!!" Apparently, she hadn't even waited to get her hair dried, she had just come running home. I had no idea what the problem was until she turned around. Holy mullet, funniest thing I have ever seen. The bottom of her hair ended in a point about 4 inches lower than the last layer. After I stopped laughing at her, we went into the bathroom and proceeded to cut the bottom 2 inches off of her hair, hopefully fixing the issue.
Personally, I think she should have rocked the hairstyle a few days before fixing it, just to see what it was like.
Friday, August 15, 2008
No longer a vagrant, I am employed!
After 2 weeks of wearing out the 'refresh' button on craigslist job postings, success at last! I received two job offers and I had to decide on the same day and I was really torn (as those of you who I spoke to can attest to, and thanks for all your advice!) because they were pretty equal jobs in terms of the pay, which is shit (we're talking 4-5 USD/hour).
My strategy in applying for jobs was to apply to anything that said you needed to speak English. From there it was pretty easy - go on a few interviews, send some emails, done. Really not to hard to get a job here (am I speaking too soon? Let's see how cousin Kelly fares next week in her job search). Job 1 was with a company selling software to Catholic churches (an area I'm not too familiar with)...basically I would be working to call up the churches and inform them about the software and work with a small group of Americans. Job 2 was at Wall Street Institute teaching English. This institute is somewhat infamous for its low pay, but it would get me a more 'legal' working status which would make it easier for me to find jobs in other fields (read: bartending) later on. Or just at a better paying language school. Basically this legal status means I will get a tax number and a book of invoices and the school will be paying me for my services. Which sounds like I'm a call girl (don't worry Linda, it won't come to that).
So I went with option 2. I had training today, which meant me and a hilarious London girl used their software and took remedial English lessons, which were actually quite racy. We particularly enjoyed the story of Alice who meets an Italian in NYC and stays with him in a hotel then makes him pancakes in the morning. I actually teach a class tomorrow. I am in no way qualified for this, so we'll see how it goes.
My strategy in applying for jobs was to apply to anything that said you needed to speak English. From there it was pretty easy - go on a few interviews, send some emails, done. Really not to hard to get a job here (am I speaking too soon? Let's see how cousin Kelly fares next week in her job search). Job 1 was with a company selling software to Catholic churches (an area I'm not too familiar with)...basically I would be working to call up the churches and inform them about the software and work with a small group of Americans. Job 2 was at Wall Street Institute teaching English. This institute is somewhat infamous for its low pay, but it would get me a more 'legal' working status which would make it easier for me to find jobs in other fields (read: bartending) later on. Or just at a better paying language school. Basically this legal status means I will get a tax number and a book of invoices and the school will be paying me for my services. Which sounds like I'm a call girl (don't worry Linda, it won't come to that).
So I went with option 2. I had training today, which meant me and a hilarious London girl used their software and took remedial English lessons, which were actually quite racy. We particularly enjoyed the story of Alice who meets an Italian in NYC and stays with him in a hotel then makes him pancakes in the morning. I actually teach a class tomorrow. I am in no way qualified for this, so we'll see how it goes.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Monday, August 11, 2008
The bad part about Argentina
So Kelly and I have obviously been enjoying our time here, and thought there are negatives, they are nominal. Until this weekend when the Olympics kicked off and we were left stranded in the Southwestern Hemisphere with all events being showed only LIVE and mostly on a premium channel that we don't get. Being the greatest fan of the Olympics of anyone I know, this is devastating.
In hopes of cheering ourselves up and getting the spirit, we watched Miracle, which was awesome overall, but at the point that they played the Olympic Fanfare our hearts were filled with the sorrow and angst that comes from withdrawal from the NBC coverage we have taken for granted. Yes, we have heard about the events of last night, and no, we did not see them. And so, I beg you all to enjoy the Olympics for my sake and to not rub it in my face how these are the best Olympics ever.
Also, we've been finding this clip hysterical (if maybe a bit offensive?):
In hopes of cheering ourselves up and getting the spirit, we watched Miracle, which was awesome overall, but at the point that they played the Olympic Fanfare our hearts were filled with the sorrow and angst that comes from withdrawal from the NBC coverage we have taken for granted. Yes, we have heard about the events of last night, and no, we did not see them. And so, I beg you all to enjoy the Olympics for my sake and to not rub it in my face how these are the best Olympics ever.
Also, we've been finding this clip hysterical (if maybe a bit offensive?):
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Long Week
Hey, it's been a pretty crazy week for me. Spanish classes have been really intense and I'm beginning to actually speak it in the real world. It's been pretty tough waking up at 8 am everyday while Cousin Leah gets to keep sleeping in (she's not taking classes anymore), but hopefully it will pay off.
We decided to go to our usual spot on Wednesday, the Alamo. We chilled in the downstairs bar for a while and ate dinner with our free beer. It was kind of a weird, older crowd so we went to the upstairs bar to visit our bartender buddy Joe. Once he saw us he was like, "well look who it is, surprise, surprise." He obviously loves us.
We sat down at a table to chill and were instantly bombarded by a group of guys claiming they really needed to practice their english and could they talk with us. There were literally 15 of them and it turned out they were rugby players for some athletic club. They eventually convinced us to go to a club with them because they could get us in for free and it would be SO SO FUN. We were actually planning on heading to that club later, so we just went with them, teaching them all sorts of North American slang along the way. We met up with the rest of the team, which had to be at least another 20 guys. All of them were sporting the Jonas Brother type haircuts, so by the end of the night, they all started looking the same. Lots of dancing, lots of fun, we left when I realized I had to be at class in 6 hours.
Thursday was pretty chill, and Friday was one of the more hilarious evenings I've had since I've been here. Leah and I planned on going out with our friend Jo, and english woman we met during spanish school. We planned to meet at the Alamo (obviously), but when we arrived, the bar was closed and taped off with signs saying the Argentine police had shut the bar down. We were, and still are, devastated. Where am I going to watch my Tiger baseball? or the Olympics? or FOOTBALL!?!?! Thankfully our friend Peter knows the owner and informs us its the corrupt laws of Argentina that have shut the place down. I guess the "gringo" owners of the Alamo won't submit to the corruption so they get punished by the police and health inspectors or something. Whatever, I just want the place open again.
Anyways, we decided to go to a cafe, have some dinner, drink some wine, and figure out the rest of our evening. Jo had been kind of seeing this Brazilian guy, so she invited him and his friend to drink with us. She warned Leah and I that they were almost too good looking, so we were a little apprehensive to meet these people. It was a little weird at first when they sat down and introduced themselves, but then one of them, Lucas, turns to Leah and I and says, "listen, I just want you to know that I am REALLY high right now." It was so unexpected and hilarious that everything was fine after that.
We left the Brazilians because they had an early exam and went to a club. Danced for a while, ran into some of the rugby guys, and headed home pretty late. We were invited to a rugby party tonight, but who knows if we will end up there. Sandra Stone did warn us that rugby players were nothing but trouble, so we might just have to make an appearance.
Jo and the Brazilians, Flavio and Lucas:
Jo and the Brazilians, Flavio and Lucas:
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Free beer
Last night Kelly and I had big plans - dinner at Santé, the restaurant we've been wanting to try around the corner from our apartment, followed by an outrageous night out on the town to compete with our adventures of the night before.
Santé was fantastic: quality food that was a nice change from the empanadas and pizza we live off of here and we shared a lovely bottle of red wine (because of the health benefits, of course). However we went home to get dressed and I accidentally took a nap that lasted until noon today, so we had to call off the night out.
Friday night was another story. We went out to the Alamo early, 9ish, to capitalize on the ladies-drink-free-beer-til-midnight clause, and though we me may have proved ourselves not to be 'ladies' as required by said rule, we definitely optimized usage of it. When free beer was over and we were sick of baseball, we went upstairs to see if anything exciting was there and to say hi to the bartender there who is almost our friend. He is from Chicago and gives us extra big drinks.
We got to talking with another group of Americans up there who were going to Pachá, one of the larger boliches (discotheques) in BsAs. We befriended them and they invited us along with guaranteed free entry. The ride to Pachá was long...taking us to the airport...not exactly within what one would imagine as the 'city.' Our first stop was the bathrooms, which came with good news/bad news. Bad new first - we lost our new friends. But the good news is that we ran into Jo, the saucy British lass from our Spanish school, and she was there with a bunch of other friends from said school. So we danced the night away with them.
Eventually we got fed up with the noise and crowds and retired to the patio, where we were on the shores of a massive body of water (still not sure what...a river maybe?) and planes were taking off practically into our faces. Kelly wanted to know the time. She made me ask a guy passing by who she INSISTED was her Spanish teacher's brother (whom she has never met), but it clearly wasn't. It was 5:15.
We headed home at 6 and it hit Kelly that I hadn't been lying to her about what time it was. McDonald's was sadly closed.
PS thanks for pointing that out Taylor...
Santé was fantastic: quality food that was a nice change from the empanadas and pizza we live off of here and we shared a lovely bottle of red wine (because of the health benefits, of course). However we went home to get dressed and I accidentally took a nap that lasted until noon today, so we had to call off the night out.
Friday night was another story. We went out to the Alamo early, 9ish, to capitalize on the ladies-drink-free-beer-til-midnight clause, and though we me may have proved ourselves not to be 'ladies' as required by said rule, we definitely optimized usage of it. When free beer was over and we were sick of baseball, we went upstairs to see if anything exciting was there and to say hi to the bartender there who is almost our friend. He is from Chicago and gives us extra big drinks.
We got to talking with another group of Americans up there who were going to Pachá, one of the larger boliches (discotheques) in BsAs. We befriended them and they invited us along with guaranteed free entry. The ride to Pachá was long...taking us to the airport...not exactly within what one would imagine as the 'city.' Our first stop was the bathrooms, which came with good news/bad news. Bad new first - we lost our new friends. But the good news is that we ran into Jo, the saucy British lass from our Spanish school, and she was there with a bunch of other friends from said school. So we danced the night away with them.
Eventually we got fed up with the noise and crowds and retired to the patio, where we were on the shores of a massive body of water (still not sure what...a river maybe?) and planes were taking off practically into our faces. Kelly wanted to know the time. She made me ask a guy passing by who she INSISTED was her Spanish teacher's brother (whom she has never met), but it clearly wasn't. It was 5:15.
We headed home at 6 and it hit Kelly that I hadn't been lying to her about what time it was. McDonald's was sadly closed.
PS thanks for pointing that out Taylor...
Friday, August 1, 2008
i love american salads
We're utilizing the free Wifi (which is at all the classy establishments about town) and Tea Company, a delicious café/restaurant a block from our apartment that is like Cosi kicked up a notch in the 'classy' arena. We enjoy our visits here based on the presence of salads on the menu...not typical Argentine salads, which are gross and incomplete, but real, estadounidense-style salads. Caesar. And goat cheese with toasted walnuts.
I'm taking a break from Spanish classes next week to figure out what to do with my life here...a job search is in order. But I'll probably spend most of the time being a tourist since we haven't seen anything cultural here yet (save shopping) and it's getting to be embarrassing. Plus, we want to know all the best places to go for when you, our loyal readers, come visit us.
I'm taking a break from Spanish classes next week to figure out what to do with my life here...a job search is in order. But I'll probably spend most of the time being a tourist since we haven't seen anything cultural here yet (save shopping) and it's getting to be embarrassing. Plus, we want to know all the best places to go for when you, our loyal readers, come visit us.
Still no internet...
HOLA! Still no internet, but hopefully it will be up and running by tomorrow.
We went out Wednesday night to our new favorite bar, the Alamo. Girls drink for free until midnight and don't worry, Leah and I took advantage of it. It got to the point where we would be sitting at the bar and set down our not even empty cups and the bartender would grab them and fill them up.
We saw some familiar faces, including a guy named Peter from Texas who personally knows Matthew McConaughey and told us several horror stories, all portraying him as a serious asshole. I was devastated for about 5 minutes, than remembered that terrible "Fool's Gold" movie and got over it. We also made friends with a bunch of Argentine girls who wanted to practice their english and told us which bartenders were "fun" and which were not. Apparently it's very difficult for foreign girls to make friends with the natives, so I felt pretty accomplished at that point.
Luckily for me, not only did the TV show the Brewers game (tough loss guys), but I got to enjoy the sensational Detroit Tigers win. I was drawing a lot of attention to myself when the game went into extra innings, but pretty soon I had a group of people cheering for my team, even though they probably had no idea what was going on. I can tell football season is going to be AMAZING.
Spanish school is going pretty well. Leah and I had a very intense conversation over lunch with two british people about which was better, rap or techno. They said techno was easier to dance to, which makes no sense to me, because I think techno just sounds like noise. In the end we agreed to disagree, but the Austrian guy who was eating with us probably just thought we were all crazy.
We are off to harass more people tonight. It's really funny not having a phone. People get pissed off cause they can't get your number, and then there's an awkward e mail exchange, but its so much easier to ignore mail than phone calls.
We went out Wednesday night to our new favorite bar, the Alamo. Girls drink for free until midnight and don't worry, Leah and I took advantage of it. It got to the point where we would be sitting at the bar and set down our not even empty cups and the bartender would grab them and fill them up.
We saw some familiar faces, including a guy named Peter from Texas who personally knows Matthew McConaughey and told us several horror stories, all portraying him as a serious asshole. I was devastated for about 5 minutes, than remembered that terrible "Fool's Gold" movie and got over it. We also made friends with a bunch of Argentine girls who wanted to practice their english and told us which bartenders were "fun" and which were not. Apparently it's very difficult for foreign girls to make friends with the natives, so I felt pretty accomplished at that point.
Luckily for me, not only did the TV show the Brewers game (tough loss guys), but I got to enjoy the sensational Detroit Tigers win. I was drawing a lot of attention to myself when the game went into extra innings, but pretty soon I had a group of people cheering for my team, even though they probably had no idea what was going on. I can tell football season is going to be AMAZING.
Spanish school is going pretty well. Leah and I had a very intense conversation over lunch with two british people about which was better, rap or techno. They said techno was easier to dance to, which makes no sense to me, because I think techno just sounds like noise. In the end we agreed to disagree, but the Austrian guy who was eating with us probably just thought we were all crazy.
We are off to harass more people tonight. It's really funny not having a phone. People get pissed off cause they can't get your number, and then there's an awkward e mail exchange, but its so much easier to ignore mail than phone calls.
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