March 20th 2008
Yesterday was one of the best days since I´ve been in Argentina. It started a little rough, but just like a good malbec, got better and better with age. I arrived in Cordoba yesterday around 8am and waited for Piera´s aunt, Lita, at the bus station. She came to pick me up and we headed to the hospital so I could get my yellow fever shot. This was the only reason that I arrived a day early. Thank God for Lita because I know for a fact I would have gotten in the wrong line (the most ridiculously long line EVER). My yellow fever line wasn´t that bad though, despite the distracting dog fight that occured directly to my right. No one really seemed phased by this though, so I pushed on.
After the experience which I like to call "the reason I changed my mind about free health care", we headed to Lita´s apartment or what I like to call "Lita´s personal art gallery". So despite the language barrier, Lita became my new best friend. Here are the top five reasons why I love Lita.
1. She travels everywhere... by herself! (even Egypt)
2. she talks super slow (I don´t know if it was just for me or if she always talks like that)
3. she´s an art museum rat and she volunteers at 2 or 3 of them at the tender age of 74.
4. she´s never been married ( I don´t know why I like that about her. I guess I´ve never
met anyone that has never been married at that age)
5. She got an art degree when she was 70 and paints beautifully.
So, in conclusion, I love my new best friend.
After my personal tour guide/my new best friend/ Lita showed me around the city, I headed out in the city.... SOLA. I walked, I shopped, I stopped for coffee and reading, I went to an art museum and read in the park. And just when I thought things couldn´t get better the funniest things happend.
I went back to the hostel to shower and get ready to meet Lita and as I was walking out the door I see a familiar face. Is that Brian (aka Brain)? Yep. One of Halsey´s friends from UNCW. And while we´re figuring this out I get a tap on my shoulder. It´s Larissa- a girl I met in Buenes Aires. She had walked in with Brian and so I asked how they knew each other and they said that they had just met in the dorm... turns out the same 5 person dorm that I am in. How crazy. I know about 15 people in Argentina and 2 of them are in my dorm. That is a good sign. But I can´t hang out now guys.... gotta date with my new best friend.
So, I meet up with Lita thinking that we are going to dinner and she explains to me that she wants to take me to the Paseo de Buen Pastor. Seeing how it was a Wednesday night and I could only understand about half of what she tells me, I assumed that we were going to church. We get in line for a taxi, which is filled with about 20 pissed off elderly women, also trying to get to church. Let me tell you, I have never seen such a pack of pissed off women in my life. The one behind me started screaming so I turned around and she started talking to me in rapidly spoken Spanish with dentures that may or may have not been her late husbands (seems like an honest switcheroo, but either way they were way to big for her mouth).
We finally arrived to Buen Pasor, which to my surprise was not a church but actually a Gallery/restaurant/ beautiful building with fountains. Lita had taken me here to see the "dancing waters", which dance at 9pm everynight to music and lights (kinda like the Bellagio in Las Vegas). We grabbed a table right in front. "¡Que suerte!" said my New BFF. So we had a pleasant conversation (in spanish!), finished our cafe con leches and THEN made a visit to the neighboring church called Cappaccino, a gorgeous gothic style church right next to Buen Pastor. After discussing the architecture and sculptures that glittered the ediface, we made the short walk back to her cute little apartment.
I went to meet up with my rediscovered homies back at the hostel. We met on the roof and we drank and chatted with new friends from the hostel into the wee hours.
ahhh..... I love to travel!
The next few days were very nice too. I met with Liz and Raisa from my program and we celebrated Raisa´s birthday, walked around, hung out with locals and got a little drunkipoo. But nothing could beat that first day.
Yesterday was one of the best days since I´ve been in Argentina. It started a little rough, but just like a good malbec, got better and better with age. I arrived in Cordoba yesterday around 8am and waited for Piera´s aunt, Lita, at the bus station. She came to pick me up and we headed to the hospital so I could get my yellow fever shot. This was the only reason that I arrived a day early. Thank God for Lita because I know for a fact I would have gotten in the wrong line (the most ridiculously long line EVER). My yellow fever line wasn´t that bad though, despite the distracting dog fight that occured directly to my right. No one really seemed phased by this though, so I pushed on.
After the experience which I like to call "the reason I changed my mind about free health care", we headed to Lita´s apartment or what I like to call "Lita´s personal art gallery". So despite the language barrier, Lita became my new best friend. Here are the top five reasons why I love Lita.
1. She travels everywhere... by herself! (even Egypt)
2. she talks super slow (I don´t know if it was just for me or if she always talks like that)
3. she´s an art museum rat and she volunteers at 2 or 3 of them at the tender age of 74.
4. she´s never been married ( I don´t know why I like that about her. I guess I´ve never
met anyone that has never been married at that age)
5. She got an art degree when she was 70 and paints beautifully.
So, in conclusion, I love my new best friend.
After my personal tour guide/my new best friend/ Lita showed me around the city, I headed out in the city.... SOLA. I walked, I shopped, I stopped for coffee and reading, I went to an art museum and read in the park. And just when I thought things couldn´t get better the funniest things happend.
I went back to the hostel to shower and get ready to meet Lita and as I was walking out the door I see a familiar face. Is that Brian (aka Brain)? Yep. One of Halsey´s friends from UNCW. And while we´re figuring this out I get a tap on my shoulder. It´s Larissa- a girl I met in Buenes Aires. She had walked in with Brian and so I asked how they knew each other and they said that they had just met in the dorm... turns out the same 5 person dorm that I am in. How crazy. I know about 15 people in Argentina and 2 of them are in my dorm. That is a good sign. But I can´t hang out now guys.... gotta date with my new best friend.
So, I meet up with Lita thinking that we are going to dinner and she explains to me that she wants to take me to the Paseo de Buen Pastor. Seeing how it was a Wednesday night and I could only understand about half of what she tells me, I assumed that we were going to church. We get in line for a taxi, which is filled with about 20 pissed off elderly women, also trying to get to church. Let me tell you, I have never seen such a pack of pissed off women in my life. The one behind me started screaming so I turned around and she started talking to me in rapidly spoken Spanish with dentures that may or may have not been her late husbands (seems like an honest switcheroo, but either way they were way to big for her mouth).
We finally arrived to Buen Pasor, which to my surprise was not a church but actually a Gallery/restaurant/ beautiful building with fountains. Lita had taken me here to see the "dancing waters", which dance at 9pm everynight to music and lights (kinda like the Bellagio in Las Vegas). We grabbed a table right in front. "¡Que suerte!" said my New BFF. So we had a pleasant conversation (in spanish!), finished our cafe con leches and THEN made a visit to the neighboring church called Cappaccino, a gorgeous gothic style church right next to Buen Pastor. After discussing the architecture and sculptures that glittered the ediface, we made the short walk back to her cute little apartment.
I went to meet up with my rediscovered homies back at the hostel. We met on the roof and we drank and chatted with new friends from the hostel into the wee hours.
ahhh..... I love to travel!
The next few days were very nice too. I met with Liz and Raisa from my program and we celebrated Raisa´s birthday, walked around, hung out with locals and got a little drunkipoo. But nothing could beat that first day.
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1 comment:
dios mio kasey! i didn't realize you were in Cordoba -- que interesante! i love reading your blog. blog. blog. blog. ---such a weird word -- i'll never get over it...Disfruta! Disfruta! Esa es la vida! :)
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