Feelin' Groovy: Day 2

Oh, wow, folks--it is so great to be here! Wasn't there a Hemingway quote about things in the nighttime seeming more hard-boiled than in the morning light? He was very right. I still love Buenos Aires, and am no longer as daunted by the process of Migraciones. I'm here to delight in this, learn anything/everything that I can, and make friends. I did those things all day.

I returned to my apartment this morning via subway, first public transit solo. It was a thrill! Almost got sidetracked at one point, but I decided to ask for help, and soon I was back on the straight and narrow. Or, the Subte line D. Whatever you choose to call it. :)
Upon arrival at my stop, I bought a guidebook and made a friend (the vendor). I then went to the apartment, and got cleaned up. How nice a clean change of clothes can feel after thirty-something hours and airplane smells. Then I set to work moving in--put the hanging clothes on the hangers, socks in the drawer, lotions and potions in the cabinets, my mate and bombilla in the kitchen with my teas. Rabbit trail: the teas I decided to bring with me are organic turmeric/ginger and my Shakespeare's English breakfast. So, anyway, I moved in. The apartment feels homey. This is good.
Pretty soon I realized I need food. Most humans do. So I went on a meandering, exploratory initial grocery run and felt successful. Then there was the matter of setting up the Argentine cell phone, and finding an office for obtaining certain documents. Did both.
My guitar made it! Miraculously, without any doubt in my mind. Somehow it got left behind in Dallas an extra day, but they brought it to my apartment! I was overjoyed. When I called the porter/building monitor up for directions to the office, he caught sight of the guitar, tuned it right up, and we played back and forth for a while. That led to an afternoon of conversation at my table about Argentine Spanish, Argentine history, mate, and of much laughter upon each hearing the other pronounce words in our respective non-native tongues.
Seems I can't spend three meals a day alone, so I find myself back at the Z's house tonight. I took the subway (solo again) to the nearest stop, and from thence successfully found a bus in the right direction and figured out paying, and arrived at their house unscathed. Boo yeah. :)
Loved being present for bedtime--I got to sing the kids my "Jesus Anna" song. What a gift.
I talked with family after the kids went to bed, and that was nice. Technology WORKS, sometimes! Hurrah.
Again, it's late. My bed awaits. Enjoy the rest of your Thursday, fans. I'm sure I miss you. (: