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III. Previous Posts
IV. Coming soon
I feel like now is as good a time as any to assure you all that I’m not one of those people who went on study abroad just to drink. In fact, I’d never drunk anything until coming here. Although I’ve definitely seen the inside of my share of bars now and I did get drunk for the first time in Argentina, I think certain people would even be disappointed with how little I’ve been drinking since coming here. It’s still just not my thing.
However, my friends and I couldn’t turn down the chance to check out Oktoberfest, and if it fits into your plans I don’t think you should either.
-Bring more money than you think you’re going to need, especially if you’re planning on eating there. Obviously, the food is overpriced—wouldn’t expect any less from an event like that. Also remember that if you’re not staying in Villa Gral. Belgrano (1.5 hours outside of the city of Cordoba) you’re still going to have to pay for your ride home! The price of a mug of beer varies depending on how big your mug is, but consider $25 pesos the baseline.
-Make and bring sandwiches so you don’t have to eat overpriced food. I wish we would’ve thought to do that. L
-It rained while we were there. Definitely didn’t stop us from having fun, but it would’ve been nice if I would have a) brought my umbrella b) not been wearing shorts.
It was a lot of fun to try all the different beers—there was even a strawberry flavored one—rather than whatever boring thing is cheap and comes in a bottle at your local bar. My buddies and I are all blanditas (lightweights) so we each got something different and shared.
The most fun was wandering around and striking up conversations with strangers. There were come characters running around Oktoberfest, let me tell you. And of course, I can’t help but think of one encounter in particular when I think of Oktoberfest…
I don’t think the internet necessarily needs the full details of this story, but I will share this much with you all: I had my first kiss at Oktoberfest. And he was, of all things, a Yankee, not an Argentine—oh the odds. But it turns out this random stranger I met at a potentially sketchy event (with all my friends watching, by the way) was actually a nice person, and we’re still in touch. It just goes to show that you never know what life will bring your way.
Overall, I’d say I had the most fun at Oktoberfest of anyone in our group, and I didn’t even get drunk! I mean, how many other people get to say they had their first kiss in Argentina?
While in the city, we did a lot of wandering around in the rain and checking out museums. (There are two that operate jointly, so you can either pay to enter only one or pay for both together at a discounted rate.) My personal favorite part was a park with a … an um… Well, I’m still not quite sure what it was, but there were giant, multi-colored circles.
We spent so much time clambering all over those things. Naturally, they also became a graffiti magnet over the years, so I figured it wouldn’t do any harm if I added a few words of my own. Now a little piece of me, my mark, will remain there in Cordoba. Keep your eyes out for that and some “Le quiero a Justin Beiber!” graffiti if you visit.
That night we went out on the town with some friends we met in the hostel. Still one of my favorite boliches in Argentina, I think. But, of course, as with everything else I’ve done here, it was the company that really mattered.
III. Previous posts
11. Road Trip!
12. My Mate for Life
14. Pros and Cons
IV. Coming soon
The Student’s Life
Rafting in San Rafael
Chile Part II
The return to BA
Mar del Plata
A few tips on hostels
Reverse culture shock
Goals – accomplishments and compromises