Taking the overnight bus to Mendoza tonight and will arrive tomorrow morning around 10. I've got 2 days to check out the city and some wineries, have the interview, and decide if it's where I want to be, versus BsAs.
A bit about the weekend:
Friday night we went to an amazing Peruvian restaurant and had very awesome ceviche (with ahi, yes, dad). Finally some spice! Really, really good, but on the expensive side. Great pisco sours too. After dinner, Jo and I met up with Diego and some of his friends at Asia de Cuba since Jo was leaving the next day for London and hadn't been to a proper Argentine club yet. Stayed just long enough for her to feel like she had seen the scene and we were home by 4. Really nothing to write home about... (how ironic, eh?)
Yesterday met up with Amy and her roommate Caitlin who both just got back from almost 3 weeks in Patagonia. We layed out in one of the pretty parks in our 'hood and caught up on the last few weeks. They had some good advice for me as to what to bring, what not to bring, what's a must-see. Perfect timing! After a few hours in the park, Amy was craving a McD's ice cream cone and I'm sad to say I succumbed and had my first McFlurry down here... and it was awesome. Sometimes you just need something from home. Then ran errands at the supermarket and internet cafe to print my bus voucher, resume, etc. A pretty typical Saturday, whether you're in NYC or BsAs.
Last night had a mini-fiesta at my apartment with people from my Spanish school to celebrate our completion of the 4 weeks. Small gathering of Gonzalo and Ayelen, 2 of my teachers (the cool ones who I actually learned from), some of the Brazilians, Maggie and our new Dutch roommate, Daniel. He is 23 and will be here until July doing an internship in what else... wine exports! Perfect. Was a fun, chill night just listening to different Argentine/ Brazilian/ Cuban/ American music and having fun with the Che Boludo book Amy let me borrow. It's the dictionary for all Argentine slang and has some funny pictures to correspond with some of the phrases. (Che Boludo itself is slang - can either mean a really cool dude or an asshole, depending on intonation, etc.). By 3 am I kicked everyone out because I was way tired and knew I had stuff to do today.
After prepping for my interview and sending out lots of emails to organize my mom's trip as well my as my trip, I went for a long run to the Palermo Parks (mini Central Park) and on my way back ended up in Plaza Francia, where there is this artisinal market every weekend. I was dying of thirst and had 10 emergency pesos on me... and the fresh squeezed jugo de naranja just happened to be 10 pesos. Sat on the grassy knoll and watched a musician sing and play his guitar to the 100 or so people lounging about in the plaza, laying out with dogs and kids, doing hippy-esque cartwheels, etc. One of those moments where you just sit and think, yep... this is it. This is why I'm here.
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