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So, I’ll Just Draw this Zucchini Up Here

Carl, my blow-hard classmate with the hearing aids, invited me to go to lunch today with him and his Argentine wife, Marta. Carl talks about himself incessantly and doesn’t let me get a word in edgewise, but because his wife “demands the, uh, espanol,” as he told me, I decided to go with him and […]

Yo Soy Frustrado

My homework assignment tonight began, “You are lost in Buenos Aires. You must find your way.” It has been a bit of a rough day in Buenos Aires. Apparently in week two of learning Spanish, they really pick up the pace and, as a result, I essentially listened—but didn’t understand—three hours straight of class today. […]

Some Sparkly Teeth

Week Two of my Spanish lessons started today, and my teacher for the week is, officially, the most attractive man I’ve ever seen in my entire life. This rocks because what you really want in your intensive language classes is to be afraid to speak. In addition, the new Italian boy in my class, Luca, […]

Best Cab Ride Ever

So, part of the reason I came down here is to spend some time writing, and toward that end I joined a writers’ group in Buenos Aires, and I went to my first workshop tonight. The folks seemed really nice–all Americans and one Argentine who writes in Spanish (which blows my mind). The piece we […]

In the Interest of Evening Things Out

I read this quote this morning and began thinking about experiences that push us forward, or stretch parts of us that have, for whatever reason, been atrophied. Enjoy: “We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in […]

My Feet Smell Like My Ex-Boyfriend’s

It’s been an absolutely lovely weekend–mid-60s and sunny both days. Also, apparently the “give-it-a-week-to-feel-comfortable” advice was dead-on. While it’s still certainly overwhelming (and I’m still not being understood very well), I love the city. I’ve been walking around for two days straight and I’ve had such a great time. (Note: I have been walking so […]

Tombs, Poo, and George

I came to a crucial epiphany today that sums up how I’m feeling: Buenos Aires is lovely until you have to talk to someone. Then it becomes either a horrific, panic-inducing event or, if you’re very lucky, simply humiliating. Recognizing that today was my first full day here, I’m assuming these interactions will become (at […]