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Patience, my child

Everything happens because of something

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[*]I finally saw "Eat Pray Love". Solo. I've learned to go to the movies alone and really enjoy it.

The movie is a very big disappointment. Nothing like the book. So many important parts, completely omitted from it. So many places I remember highlighting with neon post-its did not exist in the movie. This isn't to say that it has to be a splitting image but really, the essence of the journey. Practically Gone. Reduced to a miniscule. Made commercial so much so that people went out and did the same trip?? Some just don't get it. You can go to the same place but it's not your real experience. It's someone else's and it always will be.

Why do that? Can't you make your own? They can't take away from the author's personal experience. No matter what any one will try to do. Imitating is just ridiculous and pointless. Every single person who I have met on this journey until this very moment has experienced something different from what I have. And that's the beauty of it all. Just like you cannot step in the same river twice. Whether you believe it or not, you are not the same person. And why would you want to be anyway?

It was endearing though, to sit back as a viewer and watch this person's life (although, again, much to my dismay did not succeed in touching that little nerve inside), as she tried to figure out what the hell it is that she wants from herself, from life, from people, from everything. It made me think 'wow, look at me, a very similar journey', leaving everything you know, your comfort zone, safety net, all of it' and just to get away to breathe. I remember how long it took me to book the reservation! I was scared to make it official. Scared to leave my job. Scared I would miss my apartment. Scared to be far from my life. Scared that maybe I was missing out on relationship potential with the losers I was in touch with. I was scared shitless of what I would do with myself, alone, in the world. Scared to be broke.

And you know what, I might be broke, but I am stronger! And the negatives now are just temporary because nothing lasts forever. This phase of not knowing and being on hold is not forever. It will pass, just like everything does. It all goes away. Even heartbreak, it's true. [BTW - no word yet from the Argentino who emailed me very recently. Only proving my theory right: he's not looking to be my friend after 2 mos of no contact. He's checking in to see my status, updating me "I wont be able to see you in Normandy - got to go on some business trips." And it proves it even more b/c he never bothered to reply to my email in return.]

When I started that book, 2 years ago in April, I was in a relationship that wasn't giving me what I needed. And I was scared to leave - g-d forbid people would think I was a failure for not pulling through. But this feeling of inadequacy and dissatisfaction consumed me so much for so long because I didnt want to deal with it and took over every part of me until it had no where left to go inside and it started taking up the life around me, on the outside. That's when I was really scared the most. Because I couldn't ignore it. It was looking me now, right in the face!

And when I drowned in the pages to try to forget and push tears back, I remember feel like I also want to live out my life-long fantasies since I had met this ex when I was 22. I got accepted to do an internship at the U.N. which I was very proud of (although now, honestly, it's not such a great thing) and I never went "because I was in a relationship." How much I wanted my passport to be stamped from all over the world. I was thrilled every time I had another one. He didn't care in the least bit. I wanted to be a world traveler, visit hotels. taste foods, touch cultures, be a citizen of the world. My world, our world. To take it all in, experience it. And I knew I would do it someday. I just didn't know when. When. How. With whom? And here I am. But of course, all of this doesn't come without some salt and pepper on the side...

And so, these times are challenging my patience to no end!! Here I am. I have done it. I am in the big apple, full of worms looking to get a bite, leaving me no piece to taste. So frustrating to have all these credentials and not even land the dumbest gig on Craigslist or even the good ones I know I can nail and totally deserve. Thankfully though, the interviews at two companies are slightly picking up pace; the first of which is continuing well after my third phone interview today and the second is a new opportunity which I have to admit, surprised me on how well I did (I was asked "how many ping pong balls can you fit into a 747?" --> yes I answered correctly). So we'll see. But again, that 'we'll see', that uncertainty of not knowing, not being able to control your life NOW. ...drives me nuts!!

It's out of my control and it is all about time. I had a conversation with someone yesterday and he told me 'Its like time shows at the end of the way all the answers...and most of the times, you cant do much about important desicions, its like they happen cause they are meant to happen. If you look a little bit, or analyse, the important decisions or things in life are not made by us, or they may, but we are forced to take them because something happened, some opportunity appeared which we werent expecting or something."

And it's true. Nothing important in life can take place right away and those things normally do not depend 100% on us... its life, its time, maybe destiny even. When you are able to control that patience, and you dont actually suffer it.. you dont get that angry or stressed and you understand that taking this TIME is always important, it helps you take clever decisions, helps you understand things and helps you to enjoy even the negative things.

This evening, I was on the bus, looking out the window, absorbing everything around me after this film. And as I looked I told myself "what is the secret of just being happy and successful, how hard can it really be!? After all, everything is totally doable. Everything! Anything you want. If you believe it with every single cell, know you deserve it, know you can have it and make it yours, you can. Who's to say you can't? Who can stop you?

I can't believe that I am so close to going back to Argentina. I want a third language and a fluent one. I will be trilingual in three lanuages and I am sure of it. I am going to do this because if I never do, I will always regret it and will always wonder why and what would have happened. I want this. I want this experience.

After the two interview phone calls today, I was talking to my cousin about how much this entire journey is something I need. And suddenly, my subconscious woke up and tapped my conscious on the head... It just occurred to me that the date I intend to leave to Buenos Aires is exactly 12 years to the date we buried my dad after he ditched us all at the tender age of 43 - September 10th. He didnt pull through a severe heart attack on a soccer field in NJ and left us. Left me here. In NY. To deal with it. I am closing the circle very soon. I couldn't believe it. How did I now realize this sooner? Sept 10th? Of all dates? I didn't even realize what I was doing, the date I was deciding on. It didn't even occur to me until today. I never would have thought.

I am here, in NY, a city which I did NOT intend to even come to on my trip to South America... NY is not South America (although it is a kind of jungle). I am here for a reason. And that's why it's so hard for me. Because this isn't fun. This isn't adventurous. This is the real thing. Being here takes me back to those little corners inside, all filled up with dust and memories from the past, everywhere I go. This city is my dad. I'm here to make amends, get closure on my dad's passing because I never really got over it. And it's time to free myself from this city with which I have a love-hate relationship... and might always have. I realize that no matter where I go, how far or how beautiful, I will not be able to build a home until I put my past to rest. Something that really hurts me and scarred me.

I expect to leave on the basis of 'irreconcilable differences' but I guess it's better than nothing. We can always be friends.

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Revolving doors

One must close the door behind him before he can open another one before him.

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I could do anything. Anyone can. If only I knew what it was though. Truth is, it can be so many things! I think we are a generation that has been encouraged to multi-task and be so many different things and to acquire so many skills, technical but creative, social but individualistic, explore the world but be stable as well. We can really do anything, be anyone and go anywhere but we don't always know how, where or what because there are so many options. What does one choose?

Shall I recap? --> Robert Frost - The Road Not Taken (1920)

What road do we choose? And if we choose one, can it not be that the two roads converge once more? Or perhaps when the one road that we chose finally ends, we turn left or right and embark on a new one. Who knows.

I have been interviewing for jobs here in NY and it's official. Writing is a masochistic career. It's final and confimed. I suspected it when I was doing my leisurely writing back home and now it is true. Craigslist has so many ads for writers, whether they are internships, part-time positions, full-time demands or 'a great opportunity', 95% of them are unpaid. Unpaid. If you're a student, an internship is great. But if you've completed your formal education and are now looking to live, make money and enjoy what you do (like all those self-help books tell people they need to follow), this is NO option! This is unrealistic.

Are scientists asked to produce a formula for medicine free of charge? Do business grads generate an analysis report for free? Do investment bankers double your money at no cost? Why do writers have to write for free? Is a pen not valuable? The mind of word not good enough? After all, without the mind of a writer and the use of a pen (or finger to type for that matter), there would be no branding or messaging for any job or company in the world. Have those with a knack for writing and a way with words created a monster? At almost every job I left, the managers thought they could replace marketing writers and the like in a minute. And each time, I was witness to how many recruitments followed until the right one fell into their hands.

One thing is for sure. I will encourage my children to study professions, calculated professions, where you can actually measure the success because you know what, words are words and as beautiful, deep and illustrative as they may be when put together, when you add them all up, they don't necessarily spell the word 'salary' and even more so, they most likely won't buy you the house that you want. Look at how many books are at Barnes & Noble. Do you think all of them have the house that the want? Travel as much as they dream? Very unlikely. We must be sensible and practical and totally realistic.

I have had a number of job opportunities presented before me in the last week and I have declined them all. To write for free, requiring a commitment to live in NYC, working for an obnoxious individual. I'm just not interested in giving up my freedom of choice so fast for another boss, for another compromise. It's not the time.

So I intend to do what I can find. And on September 10th, I am returning to Argentina to continue the adventures of where I left off. The romances in NYC have left me unsatisfied, the difficulty other people express in opening up and breaking the barries of shyness, the life that entailed 'live to work, work to live' (banks here are open on Saturday), having to schedule a week in advance for a one-hour coffee with a friend, all of these do not add up to my idea of a great, dynamic and interesting life. Life is what you make it, it's true, but here, life makes you.

And to sum up.. last night I witnessed a chain of the most craziest emails of my life. A sublet tenant disappointed in not receiving a five start 'hotel'. The endless harassments and complaints and threats left me in shock and unable to sleep. And truth is, I have been putting off this decision for far too long! I should have vacated the apartment in July. And so, action calls. I have notified my landlord that the apartment will be vacated on September 10th. The day I leave to Buenos Aires. And it's no coincidence. Life was telling me I had to do this almost 3 months ago but I did not listen. I waited. When it's time to let go, it's time. And the lesson? You must close one door behind you to open a new one before you. And this is representative of my need to find a new home for the coming year. Interesting huh? If ever a person lived whose life could be measured by the words of wisdom so many people before us and in our times have shared, it is I! But it's all good.

P.S. I received an email from someone of the past last week. I had to rub my eyes a few times to make sure it was really him. Just an email asking me, 'darling', how I am and WHERE I am and giving me a brief update of life down south in Argentina. But really, how can I be surprised. They always come back. I can not be disappointed once more. Words are only words.

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1:19AM - 1,190,000 thoughts

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Its 1:19AM and I can not sleep. I was so tired 3 hours ago. I dont know what happened! Truth is, I'm so anxious with a lot on my mind. I tried to listen to some music on YouTube and chose every song that touches a chord inside of me, including Broadway hits like "Memory" and songs from "Les Miserables". I even tried a voice test to make sure I am in tune. I am. Good. I remembered being in the car in Miami singing Streisand's song and I was like a little girl feeling every word in my soul while, the person for whom I possess sheer desire for is centimeters from me and probably had no idea how much. And I remember the glances through the rear view mirror. What do I do this!? All this only woke me up and stirred me even more.

My thoughts are everywhere! My bags - Will I have to pay for overweight? Am I really going to Paris? What do I want to buy before I leave NY? Can I even afford to buy anything? What will I do tomorrow? What do I want to do with myself in the next few months? Do I really want a stable job or do I want to keep freelancing and be free? When should I book my ticket? My mosquito bite is seriously itching me. There are terrible mosquitos in BA - am I ready to face those pests again? Wow, I haven't seen my family in 6 months - it's the longest I have ever been away solo. I wonder how my interview will go tomorrow morning. What should I say? What shouldn't I say? Do I remember how to have an interview!? I only know to be me these days and do what I feel and say what I think so I am hoping that's good enough. Hmm I'm hungry. I feel like having waffles with berries. What should I do this week? I even reread the response I got from uhh.. my version of "Mr. Big" back in June. What a technical email. Calling my feelings 'concepts' because he didnt know what else to call them I assume. So unwilling to claim any responsibility for realizations that I have in my life, or acknowledgements that I wish to pay. I didn't need his support, he said. I was courageous and did a great challenging thing. What was I thinking? Why was being so nice for so long? To show that I am humane? Do we have to show humanity to someone who hurt us?

I was thinking that with this whole trip I'm on, I can't expect to find stability i.e. a job and/or a relationship so long as I still have these cravings to explore the unknown and gobble the world up. It's really a setup for disappointment. So I need to focus and just enjoy the distractions that come up along the way, as if I am en route to the best restaurant in the world that takes a while to get to but from time to time, on the way, little refreshing mint candies pop up to tempt me and make me want to stop or take a detour. Hmmm but detours are good - you never know where they will take you. You might discover things you never knew you never knew existed. Exactly how things are when you meet my aunt for a simple breakfast. 10 hours later your credit card is scratched to death, the trunk of your car is filled with shopping bags, your stomach is busy digesting a wonderful filet mignon and your mind has you longing for things far from your reach, i.e. a seaside bungalow in Tahiti or something. Totally off track.

So....there are a lot of promos/teasers for the movie "Eat Pray Love". I actually read the book more than two years ago while I was still with my then-ex of 7 years. I remember reading it and feeling really uncomfortable with her situation in the beginning. I felt that it was too dramatic and heavy. Only after I left the house myself, realizing that this person would never be for me and could never really give me what I need, did I pick up the book again and realize that the reason I felt uncomfortable with what I read is because I felt that way myself. We don't always like to look at mirrors, do we?! So two summers ago, while I was getting over it all in Tel Aviv, I immersed myself in that book. Cried, laughed, identified and even envied her for what she did. And now, here I am today, really not far off from this story. "Let yourself GO". Simple words but I love what it's saying. I wonder how the movie will be. Hmm.. Bali.. why haven't I gone there yet?

And I can't believe my time in NYC is coming to a close in two weeks. Am I really going back to Argentina? Will I be as happy as I had left it? Will the people who were in my life still be there or will it be different? What can I expect? And if I expect nothing, isn't that a little disappointing because in essence I am going back to be in the surroundings of people who made my time so worthwhile there. There is no point in these questions if this is something I really want to do but I can't help but ponder. It's almost 1:50AM now.

A yawn. Oh my. Time to sleep!!

Cheers to a new week ahead.

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Cortado conversation

One Cortado and the words spill out

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I cant believe it. I am in New York City and I had a cortado. This is incredible. To be found at Joe's on Columbus between 84th and 85th. Such a great place, a quiet retreat, with WiFi too. A cortado <sigh> The signature Argentine coffee in Buenos Aires. I love it. I am transported immediately to Palermo Soho, to Thames St., Louis Borges, Paraguay, Nicaragua street. Damn I miss that place! Feels like I was just taken home. After 6 weeks here, there are things to report on this city culinary speaking. There has to be one area untapped in this trip of mine here! So I figure its a good idea to take my last three weeks here (yes, I changed the ticket again) and see it like a tourist. Not for shopping. But dedicate it to the architecture, food, culture and art.

I do have to say though that the strange thing is that all I am experiencing is actually a mix of experiences that I had in other countries. Which confirms New York's melting pot character. Everything here is a little bit of everything from the world. In essence, there is rarely a natural, inherent character. The city has taken face of the world. You will experience moments you had in other countries, food from hundreds of cities and people of many places. This is its originality. I think that NY has always been like that. A city of immigrants from so many places who brought their identity with them and painted the pavements of the city with who they are. And what you see today is what you get, for the good and for the bad. It has its charm in that. I think it grows on you.

So when you hear foreign languages in the street, you can't be surprised. It makes no sense to think 'hey, you're in America, speak English." This city is not representative of America. It represents the world. And funny enough, just as I put a period on this sentence, a Korean family walks in and sits right next to me. It's not about being right. The city is what it is. So what I want to say is for all the people who were born and raised here, yes, if you live here you should speak the language but you can't be pissed off because the essence of this city is all that is foreign. Besides, what is being American today? I'd love to read an article on that. If I find one, I'll share it. I think that question changes all the time. And you know what else is crazy - how in the world, in a city that is all foreign, oozing with culture, language, history and art from around the world, can you possibly feel like a foreigner? That I have yet to understand.

Ok so... how did I get from food to this deep conversation I don't know. Must be the cortado. Cortados make way for conversation. Totally reminiscent of glorious Buenos Aires. But before I do delve back into deeper matters, I do want to write about a few places I've shared my dollars with apart from Joe's and so, here goes. These are places that really should be visited, not necessarily located in tourist congested areas. How great is that?

To start, one day, I was walking around, starving, looking for a place to eat when suddently I passed a great pizza place on 74th and Amsterdam called "Freddie and Peppers". Ugh, delicious. Not a place a tourist would easily spot like the ones on 42nd street. This is perfect. I dare not say that 2 slices tempt you to the last and final third. I haven't done so myself but just looking at it, oozing with tomato sauce, the perfect amount of cheese and a thin crust that gets slightly crunch at the top. Wow.

And ever heard of Arturo's? It's on W. Houston & Thomson Streets. Totally authentic pizza place, old school belonging to a serious Italian family. The pizza.... dios!!!! Was amazing! We foolishly ordered two pies because we were hungry. We laughed when it came because there was no way we were going to finish it... little did we know, 16 slices were gone. If we could eat the trays we would have. Seriously no words.

When I was a little girl growing up in NY, my father used to take us to a place on the Lower East Side (LES) called "Chirping Chicken". A lot of people used to stop and eat there on their way and taxi drivers would come by to grab a lunch. Now, back then, it was amazing. And it always felt like my dad was sharing a piece of his routine when he was at work. So, as I'm now living uptown, I am surrounded by tens of great places. And whaddaya know, "Chirping Chicken" stands on 77th and Amsterdam. There are always people there. And the food is really good - classic chicken, delicious sauces and potatoes of many colors and styles. Oh, and cheap. For NY, that's hard to come by.

About two weeks ago I received an invite to a free screening of "Dinner for Shmucks". I went with a friend and after circling the Loewe's theatre building for 45 minutes, they were "out of seats". To hell with that. She took me to a little tiny bakery called "Levain" on 74th between Columbus and Amsterdam. Each cookie is the size of a brioche and comes in chocolate fudge chip, chocolate & peanut butter layers, chocolate chip and oatmeal craze. These cookies are huge. Warm and amazing. Each one is $4 but worth the investment.

Since keeping this travel blog, I have almost stopped writing in my little pocket journal. I was curious to see what had happened from page 1 on April 29th...a zillion things! I had a lot of moments and a lot of questions, some still unanswered which kind of tugged at my heart but for the most part, I enjoyed reading it. It was nostalgic and funny and insightful. So much so that it made me want to hit the road again and travel. But cash flow is a temporary problem right now. Nevertheless, my travels have allowed me to be more open in NY, different from what I would have been if I hadn't had this trip.

I'm starting to wrap up my time here, departing on August 17th and by then I should know whether I'm going to Paris for my cousin's wedding in Deauville and perhaps then to BA or whether I am headed back to South America towards the end of August to claim my new home for the next year. No ticket purchased to go there yet. It's pretty exciting though, isnt it? Not knowing where I will be going and what will be. I don't think that one can live like this forever but it does something to you... makes you question your materials, possessions, your being and what it is you really need to survive and live a good and happy life, no matter where you are. I do miss having a place of my own and my own bed. And one of these days, I really want to be in love and have some sort of stability. I'm not sure as to how much I am taken seriously these days because let's face it, I'm not yet grounded.

I still don't feel that I miss Israel although my family is so important to me and I miss their presence in my every day life. But there are things one must do alone. And this is my time to do them. I can make a home anywhere although Israel will always be home first and foremost and truthfully, it is a great place to raise a family one day. Work wise, things are cooking in many directions these days and they need time and I am trying to be patient and look up to the sky very often hoping that the universe will work for my good and help me to fulfill my desires wherever that may be. I'm not sure that I will be a career woman for most of my life but I do think that I need to do what I LOVE, even when I will be a mother one day. One does not cancel the other. But in truth, I'm not looking to become the business woman of a lifetime, I just want to enjoy what I do, contribute my ideas to people's businesses and live my life - which does include frequent vacations I will admit.

I went to Central Park today with my iPod and "The White Tiger" book. I stopped by the swings and got on one. I was smiling uncontrollably and really enjoyed having a breeze sweep me up and down, look at the trees dance back and forth before my eyes and listen to The Beatles. The most simple thing in life, just to enjoy the moment and breathe. It was lovely. I took myself to the Great Lawn and laid down under a big tree and sang out loud. It was great to just hang out and enjoy the time and weather solo. Afterwards I met up with a friend and some friends of his for lunch by Sheeps Meadow. It was lovely. To be honest, one of them caught my eye and I found my thoughts wandering in that direction earlier. But this is no time for that right now. Besides I am not staying here so there is no point in starting anything I think.

I would love a cortado right about now. Makes me feel really good. There's always tomorrrow.

Signing off here in NY on an exceptionally beautiful night.

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Friends of friends

Thoughts on whether NY will redeem herself to me, socially speaking...

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Sitting at Starbucks on Broadway & Amsterdam, corner of W70th, watching the world go by in the July rain, people of so many kinds, styles and lives, it almost seems as if I'm in a coral reef sea. Actually, I much prefer this kind of reference to New York than a 'concrete island'; that very word makes it feel cold and bare. Oceans are deep, full of color and fatally mysterious. This gives NY more edge in my eye and under that pretense, I feel better reporting on what's going on here.

I am in official detox from anything associated with retail therapy or cultural infusion. Shops are now empty caverns, museums are artifacts of old, sunken ships, and while nice to explore the current just isn't right for me, and taxis are shrimp zipping by the surface day to night. I now rely on my legs to get me from point A to point B, channel my thoughts & feelings through this laptop and visualize my future.

Not sure if Europe is still in the pipeline at this point. With no guita (slang for 'plata'; 'money' in Spanish), it is almost insulting to visit two of Europe's biggest cultural hubs, London and Paris, on a non-existent budget. This also means that I may be missing a potentially very good wedding in Normandy but right now, this is how it's going to go.

I've been super stressed on the financial end - months of parrilla nights, endless vino, polo, Aerolineas Argentinas flights and leisurely outings have finally caught up with me. Not to mention the damage of Brazil - why didnt they warn me about that???? Despite it all though, I must say, I'm handling it...rather well! I dont think I would have responded like this a year ago or in a different period in my life in general. Life changes you, you begin to mold, which is why I think 30 is the best decade of life so far. After all, it will all work out, somehow, sometime. The law of attraction.

So now, my days are now filled with job searches of every kind, temp, temp-perm, perm, and even relocation. And I have to be patient (not a virture I was blessed with) and smile every time I hear a super annoying answer and too many 'thank you's. As to my destination? Paris or Buenos Aires. Where did Paris come in now in all this? Well, if I'm going to this wedding there must be a damned good reason other than that at this point. There are some developments on the Buenos Aires front and it seems almost incredible that I just might find myself there again, living in that amazing city. Again. It's not for certain yet but we'll see. It's far but it's worth it = it's quiet, peaceful, people are nice (men are a hazard but arent they everywhere?), food is to die for, wine a plenty and nature just waiting for you to come and enjoy her fruits. And why not.

10 hours later:
This is so crazy. I met someone today through a friend and the strangest and funniest thing happened. To start, I was introduced to a lovely new place on 65th & Madison, a sweet little cafe (wifi included) called Terramare. Totally hidden, with drinkable lattes and only known by locals... until now, that is. In any case, we went for a coffee this afternoon, discussed my career adventures, he offered to help and what was interesting in the whole scenario was that we were hanging out like we know each other for years.

Before we knew it, we were sharing a bottle of white wine at his place and off he went to buy dinner. I found myself in this Paris-reminiscent apartment, working on my projects with Cuban music in the background, in a stranger's home, conducting conference calls overlooking a gorgeous palette of clouds, illuminated in different colors by the lights of the city. It was just totally cool. No pressure, no strange silences. You know, I have to say, you never know where a day will take you and what other people will bring to your life. I was going to write that it';s only when you travel, but it's not true. It can happen in your normal surroundings, you just have to be alert and open to them. These are things I would have never ever done before, not because I dont flow with life or that I'm 'heavy' but because I would just never do it. I am redefining my own rules and to me the reason is clear. I think that when you learn to trust yourself and you are comfortable with yourself, you enjoy life so much more! After 5 weeks here, this has been one of the most interesting by far.

Tomorrow my friend from Buenos Aires, who I met through a mutual friend back there, is coming from Maryland for the day and I can not wait to see her. I've met countless friends of friends since embarking on this trip. You wouldn't believe how ridiculously exciting it is to see someone you meet on a trip, it's like you get to relive it all over again and of course, speak Castellano. Which, by the way, it greatly improving, thanks to the midnight lessons I'm getting from a friend on 'past tense' and 'present progressive'. Me encanta! I also met a nice guy back in BA who set up an amazing way to learn Spanish - not your conventional, boring online teacher. Quite the contrary - this technique is about an English guy who goes to Argentina to learn Spanish, gets a job and works alongside a Portena (a term for local BsAs ladies) - the conversations are hilarious but really efficient. It's called Buenos Entonces, and I know that there are excerpts on youtube worth checking out - sure to make you laugh. So I'm pretty much getting my thrill right now.

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