I wrote this 1.5 months ago and forgot to post…whoops. Well, I’ll be updating a lot in the next few weeks because I am oh so very behind. (Shoutout to Dylan for motivating me.)
Hello! Here I am! Once again screaming into the internet void and not pausing long enough to see the ripples. Well, I’m still here. In Argentina. It’s been fun! I think the problem I have with writing these types of blog entries is that I never know who my target audience is supposed to be. Is it me? Can I write this like a stream of consciousness diary entry? My family? Who I forget to update about my life and don’t remember what thread of a hastily written text/email I should pick up on in order to preserve a semblance of coherency in the “Infrequent Updates of Amber”? I also have a hard time deciding what I should write about when I finally sit down to write something. My mind runs all day long, filling the pages in my brain: I have novel length comments on my experiences in Argentina, my thoughts on the culture, interesting tidbits of my life, you name it. Trying to fillet these novels into something that could be considered a manageable blog post is what is the most challenging for me. It’s definitely not for a lack of words. Again, since my thoughts are flitting faster than my fingers can keep up with, I’m going to write about a series of unrelated /things/ and, as always, hope that they prove useful or entertaining to whoever is reading this blog. (Is anybody out there?)
Also, a little bit of side information: I think that, for the most part, my blog will be devoid of pictures. I am the owner of a barbie phone, and unfortunately, I really don’t have the patience to attempt to take pictures on that thing. Thankfully! I have friends with ~nice~, ~snazzy~ phones that are kind enough to take pictures of our shenanigans. (Don’t worry, mom…I’ll get those to you eventually. Don’t hold your breath, though)
Argentines HATE giving change. Like, hate it. Detest it. Loathe it. It might honestly be their least favorite activity aside from watching their sports teams lose a match(please don’t talk to me about sports. I know nothing). I could go into a background on Argentine currency and the rampant inflation(™), but tengo fiaca and who has time for that? So, I will just say that until a few months ago, the largest Argentine bill was a $100 peso note. As of the moment I am writing this, that’s equivalent to less than 7USD. Yeah. So before the $500 bill was introduced by the new government, Argentines carried around STACKS AND STACKS AND STACKS of bills (Bandz are a necessity) Or, you know, used their debit/credit cards. But this country is still more cash friendly. I digressed…I don’t know how people can even survive with the $500 bill because I run into enough trouble paying in $100s(that’s what the ATM usually doles out). EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I attempt to pay with a $100 note, I receive the same response “do you have anything smaller?” Like….no. the ATM only gave me 100s. I also just spent $45 pesos…it’s not that difficult to give me a $50 and a $5 peso note. This happens at places where a lot of money is being spent, as well. I spent around $430 pesos running errands, and paid with 5 $100 peso notes. And yep, got the same question again. No, sir….I only have 100s…sorry. It puts a lot of my normal US activities in stark contrast. Like buying a .17 cent banana with a $100 bill at the grocery store because the Starbucks right next door did not accept any bill over a $20. I can’t imagine anything of the sort flying in Argentina. It’s just interesting to think about it.
The food here is dope. Despite not believing in anything spicy, the food here still manages to taste good. It’s honestly hilarious what the Argentine definition of “spicy” is. I can’t even describe it because every time someone has told me something was spicy, I’ve just been confused and disappointed after it didn’t end up being spicy. Mexican food is still higher on my list, but Argentine food makes a name for itself. It helps that I am a meat lover, and there are traditional Argentine steakhouses( parrillas) on every street corner. So far, I’ve only been to two. I will definitely go to more during my time here. Thank you, God, for providing such healthy cows to this blessed country.
I started school! Did I mention that? It’s….interesting, I guess. All of my classes are once a week and three hours long. I’m going to be obnoxious and say that back in the States, I was pretty good at the whole “passive learning thing”. I’d sit in class and somehow absorb the materials that were most emphasized, all with my chin resting in my hand and thinking about subjects that were decidedly not academic in nature. (I wonder if I can take a nap before my club meeting? I should check StubHub to see if the prices of that concert have gone down. I’m so lazy, I wonder if someone will cover my shift this weekend) Butttt…..low and behold, passive learning is next to impossible when everything is being taught in a language you can barely comprehend! It’s almost laughable how many times I’ve caught myself staring at the white board and realizing that an hour has gone by in class and I have no idea what the professor was saying for the last 20 minutes. Thankfully, I’ve got friends in all the right places, and they always answer my panicked queries after class is over (#1 SQUAD). Also, i’m not totally helpless because I do have source material that I can go over at home. I also have allowed myself to learn some pretty interesting things while away. It’s been nice to get out of the US academic bubble and realize that *gasp* other people exist and their histories and beliefs are important and valid.
I think I wrote this at 4am sometime in August….I enjoyed reading it because I’m narcissistic. Hope you enjoyed this half as much as I did.
Next up: who knows?