Ay! My how time flies when you're trying to figure out what is going on around you every moment of the day. Let's return to those riveting questions I proposed in the first entry of this written experiment.
Q: Is there peanut butter in Argentina?
A: Kind of. One must travel to Walmart (not an option for ethical reasons and because it's wicked far away and I'm not willing to travel to a Walmart) to purchase peanut butter. However, a plan has been set in motion to make a big batch with other junkies in the program/Mendocinos.
Q: Are there apples as incredible as honeycrisp?
A: So far no, but the grapes, peaches, pears, and ice cream possibly make up for the lack of honeycrisp. Every single grape here is crunchy, sweet, and round to perfection. The peaches and pears are saturated with golden juices that get all over your mouth and will drip onto all sorts of body parts if eaten without caution.
Q: Can I sit on a couch while my family is home and eat?
A: We don't really have couches in convenient places to eat. It's much nicer to eat outside in backyard while listening to the birds singing in castellano-chirps. So I guess what I'm trying to say is that I don't have to sit on a couch to be comfortable because instead it's 85F and green out.
Q: Can I sit on a couch while my family is home and eat in my pajamas?
A: I can eat in my pajamas, but I prefer to sit and chat/attempt to understand what my family members are saying. My brother and sister are pretty much impossible to understand because they speak as quickly as those brilliant telenovela actors do. But Vivi and Oscar are more or less intelligible. And at dinner I was actually able to follow a conversation about a powerful Rabbinical circle in Russia. I think.
I am truly astonished to look at a calendar and see the date. Or I would be if I looked at an actual calendar. So far I've been trying to accept every invitation extended to me by people I meet, attend every event I encounter, and practice my Spanish at all possible moments. I've stayed up all night and watched the sunrise, eaten empanadas, asado and dulce de leche, hiked in the Andes, danced all night in a club, listened to an Argentine reggae-band, and drank mate with Mendocinos. Aside from the staying up so late thing, I feel like I can really relate to the culture of Mendoza. Chatting with friends all afternoon/evening while drinking coffee/mate/wine, not ever being sure that class is happening, meeting random people and listening to their stories. I'm even getting good at arriving 15 minutes late! And huge news from the gastrointestinal faction of the body: I am no longer in constant danger of exploding at any moment in time! Huge success and a benchmark in my traveling.
I'm not really sure what else to say, but if anyone has specific questions about what's going on in my life, please ask.
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THRILLING. Thoroughly disappointed in myself for falling down on the skype date arrangement, but I'd rather hear that your carpe diem-ing all over the place. (World-time reference: it's gala tonight!) Te amo mi hermosita!
ReplyDeleten acquaintance of ours, born in Columbia says that "Argentinians don't speak real Spanish," and you should have gone to Columbia to study. You can take that for whatever it's worth (probably nothing).
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