Spring Break: Argentina style (Part 1)

I know I made this site all about fictional stories, but I just can’t help but want to tell you about my Spring break so far. I will say this now study abroad is probably one of the best experiences of college education. I highly recommend it if you have the time and want the confidence.The first day was good old get to JFK, then a transfer so could get to Argentina. Because that’s where I am. Anyway, first flight was awesome because we had our own TVs and could watch movies and listen to music. The second flight not as exciting. I passed out because I couldn’t sleep in the first one because, well, I don’t fly often enough. Anyway, we get a cab and gt to the hotel…which has no water or power. They say by 6 they should have everything ready, so we lock up ours bags, hesitantly, in a room and we walk around until 8pm. Mind you we got there at around 12pm. So 8 hours of sight seeing, walking, getting to know each other and taking pictures, our feet were howlin’. We ate and got back…still nothing fixed. Ma dude the toilets weren’t even working and they still let people use it!Suffice it to say we went to another hotel for the night and finally got a beautiful shower time. My god I was so relieved. It’s about 70 degrees and up here, so we all needed one. After a while we walked passed right out. Yesterday, we went back to this ridiculous hotel and found everyone except myself and another girl did not have a room. We went to the “Plaza de Mayo,” looked at the “Casa Rosa” and the obelisk, saw people camping–protesting and it was great.

Until we got back after doing stuff (eating, site seeing, walking….walking) and we weren’t even in the records and a room wasn’t prepared for us. So we set it up ourselves with help from a classmate. We got this!

Anyway, with a room we chilled out, waited for classmates to come back and eventually headed out to Tango lessons. Completely awkward at first–because we were one late, and two the only boy with us had his girlfriend in the class which three made us girls dance with each other. They were cute though, they would only dance with each other. I danced with two older men, and they were saints. They had so much patience that it was great. Even some of us danced with our professor and it was really helpful.
We stayed to watch a performance until around 1am. Oh my god, were they amazing. We went and asked if they had a cd, they did! It was fantastic–they were so passionate in the performance. We came back to the hotel showered and were knocked out by then. You had to be there to hear it. It was  amazing to experience it for yourself, and not just through a textbook.
Today I have to admit that I absolutely lack confidence. Right now I’m in a cafe two blocks away from our hotel…by myself. I had to talk myself into leaving the hotel. My other classmates are really embracing the experience, but I am enjoying just the walk around and activities already planned out for us. It’s probably a waste, I know. So I convinced myself to go outside. I checked my pockets two or three times and left. I keep my hands by my sides just in case, and I carry a lock in a lanyard in case someone tries to do anything funny.
Anyway I find a place that looks nice to eat because I missed breakfast. It’s called “Rondas” and it’s on the Avenida de Mayo. So far the menu on the window looks okay so I go inside. I eat after a little while, my brain having frozen as a waitress comes up to me–because I’ve been standing awkwardly at the entrance. I ordered tea with milk and a ham and cheese sandwich. I got like four sandwiches with the lightest bread in the world. I love this place as well because the tea is amazing. I can’t wait for the rest of the day.
We’re supposed to be going this place called “Libreria Ateneo.” It’s famous on tumblr apparently and to people who want to travel to really cool places. Anyway, it’s supposed to have a bookstore in an old opera house and you can sit and read in the old opera house boxes. It looks amazing—I hope we go today.

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