Once again, it has been too long since my last blog, sorry guys. Life has picked up the pace and somehow this blogging experience always gets pushed to the back burner, like washing my underwear or going grocery shopping. Well, since last I wrote I’ve been some places and seen some things and had some good meals.
Luckily, I keep a rather detailed daily planner, not exactly the same as a diary or journal where I take an in depth look at my experiences and feelings, but it serves well enough to remind me of what I’ve done. So we start from 3 1/2 weeks ago, I went to the theater for the first time! Caro invited some of her students to go see “Much Ado About Nothing” in Spanish at el teatro San Martin. I love this play and was glad I knew roughly how the story was supposed to go because the actors talked really fast sometimes.
That was the fun part of that week. The very next day started one of the biggest headaches of my life: Immigration. It is a many-headed hydratic beast that grows six new heads for every one you paper-cut off with the edge of your documents folder. In short, I’m waiting on documents and chasing bureaucratic agencies around trying to get them to put a RAISED SEAL on the thing so it can go somewhere else to get another seal so it can come here and I can put two more on it. (But not by myself, only after waiting in half a dozen lines, talking to seven different people who don’t know the answers to my questions and finally begging someone on the other side of a little glass window to just let me stay in the country legally!!!!!!!) It’s a rather frustrating process to say the least.
On Saturday, May 24th, the Rotary District conference was held, conveniently enough for me, in the basement of the University of Belgrano. I went down before class to see the beginning presentations and to join with the 7 other Ambassadorial Scholars on stage to be introduced as a group before running back upstairs to join in the discussion on indirect discourse and double negation.
Still seeing the psychologist, still very interesting. I’m learning a lot about myself and often feel like my brain is inside a popcorn machine while a monkey in a hat keeps jumping up and down on top of it screaming for more butter!!!
After that I have yoga where I try to calm the monkey down.
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