A Very Buenos Airesy Day

I think I'm in the midst of a very BsAsy day today. I woke up late, and was late to my spanish class. Oh ya, people here are late all the time. Not to worry. Finished that, went back home to (shower and) rest for a little. Made a sammich. Then the bombing/fireworks started going off. Oh sure, another protest in BsAs, why not! Tomorrow is the big Labor Day holiday (Dia De Los Trabajores), it's also called May Day. I thought May Day is a day to wear pastel colors and celebrate spring and flowers... it's actually kind of a big deal. Everyone has got tomorrow off. Me too! Then I left for the Carlos Gardel Museum. For you dullards, Carlos Gardel is the tango king. He tragically died in, what else, a plane crash right in his prime. (Bye bye Miss Argentina Pie...?) I'm obsessed with the squiggly bright colored painting they do here... (self, please learn the name of this art).

Then I succeeded at failing to meet Cousin Bryan and Cousin Elise for the 2nd time (This is the FOURTH time I've lost people). I'm praying to the Dioses that they get a cell phone pronto.

Time for shopping... some people got some souveniiiiirrrsss!! Are you one of the lucky ones? We shall see.

Tonight, more beef and wine. I'm telling you all, total BsAs Day.

Tomorrow I'm going to an "estancia" to ride some horses and get my gaucho on. Back on Saturday.

A day in the life

PS. ¡¡HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTEN!!

Stickin it to the man

Just now, a parade of protesters banging drums, walking down my street. Tell it like it is y'all! More explosions, now sirens. Pigeons are not happy.

Someone's pissed or excited

There's major explosions going on right now. Are they bombs or fireworks. Are people pissed or celebrating? Who knows. After ham sandwich and doritos, I'll inquire and report back.

¿Nap, then ice cream? ¿Or ice cream, then nap?

Today was quite the day of leisure. Had my classes in the morning then was going to visit the Carols Gardel museum. But again, like last Tuesday, it's closed. Dangit! I hope I can remember to go any other day of the week but Tuesday. So, I walked around, found myself at the Microcentro again... where the Pink House is, and a nice little plaza. Well, big plaza. In the plaza, there was a huge student protest. I thought they were having P.E. outside, but then they started banging drums and marching the streets. Fun! I ran after them with my camera and eventually got pinned between kids with whistles and a railing. Taking it to the streets... it's how we do. I'm sure some of you are wondering what they were protesting. Me too. I asked someone, and he was very happy to explain it to me. I just didnt quite comprendo... I did grasp it's something about the government, lack of money, etc. Join the club.

Then I headed home and plotted out the rest of my day... Napping, ice cream, groceries, laundry pick up. In what order should I do this? I finally figured it out. I'm making my first actual dinner here. I even bought meat. Yikes. Then I stuffed it into my backpack and carried it home. Doble yikes.

Mas pics