Gosh lots to tell! So Friday I was exhausted in class, but that was okay...Martin was great! Afterwards, Sean and I took Aida to the vegetarian place for lunch. It was still just as good - no meat involved! And I spent the rest of the day trying to catch up on life. I went for a walk in the evening, like Sean and I had done on Thursday, around the lake at the park in Palermo - around Infanta Isabel and Avenida Montt - it was beautiful - so many people rollerblading, biking and running or walking. I saw baby geese!!! They were yellow and fluffy and the flock came right near me! So cute! I walked around for a good hour, then had to walk to a bank-which was another bit of a walk...when I got back, I met another person off the BAexpats website who is Argentinian/italian and his parents live in California. He works with importing/exporting for a Denver company. He bought like 12 boxes of alfahores so he could ship them to someone who requested them. He works long hours - like 9am-8pm - geez! But he likes what he does! We had a coffee on Avenida Santa Fe - he had an americano, and I noticed, put 5 packets of sugar in it! (keep in mind, here, one packet of sugar is a tablespoon). Rafael picked me up and we had a late dinner at an Indian place called Katmandu...it was pretty expensive and I was disappointed at the lack of spice and the weakness of the tandoori (Argentinians dont use a ton of spice) - wont be recommending that to the parents.
Saturday was POLO day!!!!
I met expat-connection at the Starbucks in Palermo - there were about 15 of us. We went in a giant van to the town of Pilar - took about an hour to get there. I sat in the back with these 2 hot American guys who were hungover but one didn't mind talking to me. The seats in the middle were facing each other, so the group of girls sitting there developed a clique really fast. And it was hard when you know, you find out once again, that everyone is American and when you say your Canadian, they're like "oh...". Then, they start talking about American college football, or a city or something...and I just can't relate. The country was beautiful...the cutest lttle kid opened the gate for us and we were on an Estancia called El Retiro (the retirement). When we got out, we were immediately given wine and taken on a tour. They have about 55 horses that belong to them and then about another 50 kept there by others. Apparently, horses are stolen often - so much so that horses being bought could have very easily been stolen elsewhere. We saw the stables and the tack room and were shown buildings for the groomsman's quarters. We had a huge asado! We ate for like 2.5 hours-lots of wine and various cuts of meat-chorizo, sausage, blood sausage, chicken, kidney, intestine, lomo, vaseo...not to mention, regular salad, potato salad, bread and fruit salad for dessert - oh and grilled veggies and more potatoes! Stuffed and full of wine we watched a polo game..Rules to follow hopefully.....
After polo, we had coffee and then got to learn how to hold the polo sticks! Then they gave us horses and said "reign left and right to turn them, reign taught for them to stop". I didn't like having to kick the horse to make her go - and I'm definitely not coordinated enough to hold the horse reign in one han and try to hit the ball with the stick in the other hand! But it was fun! Fell asleep on the way back...no real connections made oh well. That night was our first sat night out. It didn't go according to plan though...We went rather late - met up at 2am and by the time Alexis found parking it was 230am. We went to a club here in Palermo Soho, Araoz. And because we were later, men were 35 pesos with a drink and women 45 wth a drink! Doesn't that seem kinda backwards? Usually women are cheaper, if not free! We were thinking "what the hell..." so we tried another place called Liquid which was around the corner on Santa Fe. The line was the longest line I've ever been in! We waited about a half hour only to find out that for some reason they weren't letting anyone in! Ahhhh! So we went back to the car, to Plaza Serrano, found a bar with empty seats and ordered a drink and a plate of meat and cheese to share (para compartir). We talked til around quarter to five until they told us to go. The stupid waiter (mozo/moza) didn't want to give us change for our 100 pesos even though he had people giving him tips all night! 5am saw us heading our separate ways.
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