It has been almost a month since I last wrote, and now with only a month left in Buenos Aires I find myself desperate to record everything that happens to me. So to catch you all up on things, over the past few weeks I have:
- finally settled on an MFA program (Vanderbilt, baby!)
- been attacked by a taxi driver after flipping him off. Luckily I was rescued by three huge Italian-Argentines (since Haywood wasn't there to defend my stupid ass).
- started taking classes at the world's prettiest yoga studio http://www.valletierra.com/
- spent a ton of time with Santi; cooking, running, doing yoga, drinking wine, writing poems and being a happy bum.
- eaten my weight in chorizo.
- learned my favorite Argentine phrase: "me chupa un huevo." The literal translation is something like "I suck an egg," but it really means "I don't give a ____."
- seen a ghost.
- spent an hour with Santi trying to save a starving street cat at five in the morning.
- fulfilled my life-long dream of watching"The Omen" projected on the wall of a ballroom while drinking wine.
Those are the highlights. I realized recently that my favorite moments here have been the ones which at the time seemed unbearable. For instance, walking around La Plata-- an ugly town outside of the city (Santi loves ugly places, like the abandoned industrial zone where we went running one day and it felt like we had survived an apocalypse). We ended up eating choripan and drinking flat coke at this ramshackle asado run by a bunch of bums who cooked meat out of old gas tanks filled with charcoal. I love this memory.
That's all for now. I can barely concentrate, struggling to hear my thoughts above the deafeningly loud tango record my housemate is playing. So much feeling, so much passion. I'm no longer surprised by people's tempers here, or startled when someone threatens to kill someone else, such as a family member. These things pass as quickly as they arise. Bueno, me chupa un huevo.
