little victories

I am currently in a much better state of mind than my non-coherent last post. I'm unpacked and have somehow ended up with my own room...which is also the one with the air conditioning, a TV and a mirror. I am not sure how this happened.

I live a block off of Calle Florida, which although very prominent and busy, is super touristy. I'm not sure how fond of it I am, and am hoping to figure out how to use public transportation in the next few days.

My other roommate arrived and is a psychology major from the University of Illinois-Chicago. I like her too and think I really lucked out with roommates. (This uncharacteristic luck trend scares me a bit.)

Everyone that works at our apart-hotel is super friendly, but there's a definite language barrier that I'm trying to work through. I'm feeling particularly successful right now after figuring out how to buy an hour's worth of internet. Little victories.

6 people from my group went out last night and had a traditional Argentinian steak meal at a restaurant that was far far classier than what I'm accustomed to. (With how often I frequent Chipotle, that classiness level is not hard to top.) It was muy muy sabroso and I think I ate half a cow. After that, we went to a sidewalk cafe, drank beers, people watched and just got to know each other. It cools down a lot in the evening, and the entire night in general was perfect.

Today we walked to San Telmo and went to the weekly street fair, which was interesting but a bit depressing how so many people's livelihoods depend on their ability to sell a string bracelet.

A guy from my group that I met at the airport and I were going to attempt to scalp Damien Rice tickets for his sold out show tonight, but that didn't happen due to my inability to call anyone and lack of knowledge on how to transport myself to different parts of the city. I'm sad about this..I would have killed to see Damien live.

I have no sense of time here. Our apartment doesn't have a clock and the phone store has been closed every time I've ventured out to try to get one. I therefore take too many siestas. It's hard to not be able to just pick up my phone and text or call someone whenever I want to. I see things that I want to tell people and realize I can't, which is frustrating. I'm going to attempt to buy internet for the next 3 months tomorrow (that conversation should go well) as I've realized it would be too hard not to keep in touch with people.

I feel like I have 203947239748 things to say, but
a. don't know where to start
and
b. am running out of internet time very quickly.

Tomorrow's my first day of school. I have a pen and a notebook. Estoy lista.