Must continue to write in blog. I'm surprised I've gotten this far. I have never been one for writing in journals. Starting journals? Yes. Remembering to write in them? Not so much.
It was really cold this weekend. It was strange, all week long it was warm and sunny, then all of the sudden, on the day I finally broke down and wore flip flops, actually, this icy cold wind started blowing and it was raining. It was freezing all weekend. Not technically, but 44 degrees Fahrenheit is pretty cold to a California girl like me. So, all I wanted to do was sit in my nice warm room at the top of the stairs, wrapped up in blankets, eating junk food and reading or watching TV or surfing the Internet. But I did go out a few times this week, once on a Thursday (Whoops, broke my rule!). Had dinner Friday night. Which reminds me.
I was in class on Friday when this girl comes up to me all like, "Hey let's go to Uruguay!" Which is right across the bay from Buenos Aires, a three hour ferry ride. (A three hour tour!) I was down. Then she says something like, oh well we're not going to class, so... But I didn't see why we couldn't take the ferry that left after class and not have to miss a class, you know? She says, "If we don't go now we might never go." Which A) reminded me of this time I said those exact same words to my then best friend, and really tripped me out, and B) kind of raised the pressure level. But my passport was in Palermo at my house, I needed to pack a bag and figure out if I could afford this. Not to mention missing class fills me with anxiety nowadays. So I was like,lets just go to class, chill and figure it all out.And she agreed.
Went to class, where it turns out a few other girls were planning to go tho Uruguay, too, so we decided to go together to the busque bus station, after class to buy ferry tickets to leave first thing the next morning. Class was a walking tour of Buenos Aires. The best part was when we went into this beautiful Catholic cathedral, which was completely and utterly dripping in this gorgeous Catholic style art, which is one of my favorite styles. And there was this soft choir music coming from somewhere. I could have sat in there all day. Plus it was really interesting to see everybody from the group in church as opposed to how I usually see them, which is mostly either drunken partying or hungover the next day in school. They looked different, somehow. More subdued - soft lighting - reverent. Anyway, I tried to take pictures but my hands were shaking and then my camera died before I could turn on the anti-blur feature. I did get one picture outside the church. But my computer sucks, apparently, so I'll add it later.
After the tour, we took a taxi to the bus station and tried to buy tickets. But none of us had our passports so we couldn't. So we agreed to go home, get our passports and reconvene at this one girl's apartment later that evening.
And I did, but when I got there she was like, "Oh well didn't so and so call you?" Of course not. They had decided not to go because someone said there was to be a big storm in Montevideo that weekend and that Montevideo is only fun when it's sunny and warm. Awww...
Maybe I should have gone when that other girl said to. You know that one time I said, "If we don't go now we might never go," to my friend? Well we didn't end up going that time either. What a dramatic thing to say. But it's right across the way. Of course I'll go, I need a Uruguayan stamp in my passport.
So I guess my point is, if you really wanna go someplace, don't say if we don't go now we might never go.
So I went to dinner with these people after that, the girl who told me we weren't going and her boyfriend who had just flown out from San Diego. Seeing as I had taken a cab out there and I wanted to do something. Didn't really know them that well, and at dinner, they were super nice and kept asking me all of these questions about myself. Tried to turn it around on them but somehow it seemed like it just kept coming back to me. Which didn't suck. But, they were asking me about my host family and I realized that there is so much I don't know about my host family simply because I haven't asked. I knew my host Dad was a business owner from the info sheet they gave us, but I didn't know what kind of business, etc. They said I should ask because he might own a club or something. And I started thinking - not that maybe he owns a club, just thinking about what I didn't know about them and no wonder and stuff. I excused myself after the check came, kind of felt like the third wheel tagging along at dinner on her boyfriends first night in town. And I went home to ask my family about themselves.
He's an antique dealer and she studies building administration.
