And more time passes. Flies, more like it. May is over and even though the sun is shining out my 13th story window, it is most decidedly not summer here. We bought a space heater yesterday and I’m looking into investing in a hair dryer. My internal system doesn’t like the fact that the seasons are flip flopped now.
Over the past few weeks I’ve partied through a giant paella, suffered through one final exam, experienced my first authentic Argentine asado, found a new English student, and have started a new class at school. I’m having a quarter-life crisis of sorts, but am very thankful for my psychologist, pilates instructor, yoga yogi lady, and roommate for helping me feel less crazy.
The paella party was excellent. Rotary club Villa del Parque (my host club) held it’s 2nd annual paella fundraiser for the local hospital. There was a lot of music, flamenco dancing, traditional Gallego dancing, and a massively huge paella made by the Rotarians themselves that had to be wheeled out on a cart. There were about 300 people at the event and I think there might have been some leftovers even after 2nd helpings! I went with Melissa, another Rotary scholar and we had a great time. (pictures below, I can’t seem to figure out how to insert pictures at different points in a blog, sorry).
My first class has ended! No more beautiful gerunds or 1/2 hour tangents about comma placement. We had our final exam last Saturday and I honestly have never felt more unsure about an exam. I wrote for 3 hours straight, went to lunch, and then had to come back and sit through 2 more hours of “chatting” about the exam. I was so ready to leave and got home exhausted. Still waiting on grades not quite with bated breath. This Saturday we started our 2nd course: Comparative analysis between Spanish and English. We’ve combined with the master’s students in English language so our class has more than doubled in size. The professor is super organized and conducts class in a mixture of Spanish, English, and Spanglish with a slightly strange accent. Our homework is almost all practical, testing our hand at translating some sentences into Spanish while looking for patterns in structure. Unfortunately, I had to leave about an hour early because I got one of the worst migraines I’ve had in a while. My friend Christine walked me home and I crashed and napped till about 10 pm.
Last weekend I went out to Hurlingham, one of the provinces of Buenos Aires, to Caro’s parents’ place and had my first taste of an authentic, cooked at home, utterly delicious Argentine asado. I drove out with her cousin Laura and her little dog Fogo. La provincia is really peaceful with neighborhoods that remind me more of the suburbs in the states. I helped open a can of peaches and set the table while Caro and her sister threw together a delicious spinach and mushroom salad, potatoes with hard-boiled egg, and diced tomatoes. That and 4 liters of Diet Coke was all we needed to go with the three different kinds of animals that we ate. I was stuffed silly by the end of it, but it was soooo good. Then we drove out to a bakery and bought a ton of facturas (sweet things) to eat with cups of tea later. It poured rain that day, so it was really cozy sitting around a family dining room sipping tea and licking the dulce de leche off my fingers.
I feel really lucky to have landed in an apartment with a native local person whose really awesome and about the same level and kind of crazy that I am. Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing the “young person scene” of going out and partying at clubs and bars etc., but I was never that person in the states either. I love my life here now, I have my own little routine with my friends, my homework, my English students, my yoga and pilates classes, exploring my neighborhood in detail and just generally feeling like I really live here. I hate feeling like I’m acting like a tourist, hence the sometimes unfortunate lack of pictures, but what I really love about being in a place is when I feel like I belong here. I went out to buy a dictionary before our final last weekend, and the guy in the bookstore thought I was Argentine until I let some little insignificant detail of my accent slip up. That’s what makes me feel really accomplished here. It’s always such a huge ego boost to have someone ask me if I’m from here, or look confused or astonished when I say I’m from the United States.
I think we get caught up a lot of the time with our own immigration issues (especially our relationship with our closest and dearest neighbor), that we don’t even realize that the rest of the Spanish-speaking world is totally distinct. Each country has it’s own history, it’s own flavor, it’s own accent, vocabulary, slang, it’s own everything. Maybe I just wasn’t paying attention in high school, but I don’t remember learning about the vast majority of other Spanish-speaking countries besides Mexico and Spain.
Well, as Willie said in his speech at the end of the paella festival when he introduced Melissa and me, we can now come back to the states and let people know that “la Argentina tambien existe” – Argentina exists too!
Now, to my quarter-life crisis: I’ve started teaching, and I love it. I’m studying translation, and I love that too. But I get really excited about teaching. Not the kind of classroom teaching where you have to have rules and follow up consequences for the kids who act out cuz they don’t really wanna be there, but with individual students who want to learn and enjoy asking questions. I started a couple of weeks ago teaching Gaby, a girl my age who has to take a test in English for her work in another couple of weeks. I’m also going once a week over to a hospital in La Boca (one of the barrios in Bs. As.) to have conversation class with 2 (maybe 3) doctors that take grammar classes from another girl in my master’s class. So, to teach? To translate? Making a living freelance-ing is a lot easier here than it is in the states and I don’t like feeling like I have to choose between two things I love doing just so I can have health insurance. But that’s a topic for next year…
Anyway, to sum up, I’m having a fantabulous time, still waiting on our beloved FBI to get my student visa, so I’m planning a trip to Colonia, Uruguay next weekend, and I PROMISE I will take pictures there.
Also, I seem to have developed a hobby of taking pictures of pretty sunsets. You’ll notice the buildings are all the same in these because they’re all taken out my bedroom window.
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Willie thanking everyone for coming
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Spanish dancers
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Melissa and me
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Bagpipes and Spanish dancers
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The Paella!
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My Paella!
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