Best part of the day: the trip home from Bajo Flores to my apartment with A on his motorcycle. I feel as though I got a better view of the city from a quasi-local's point of view in that half hour than in all other days so far. Beats the subte (which is closing now anyway) and bus (a likely potentially traumatizing experience tonight, due to exhaustion). Plus, it is a gorgeous, cool, spring night in Buenos Aires.
Worst part of the day: the hour and a half I ceased to understand the group with whom I was hanging and touring the mall. I straight up could no longer comprehend. They were using lots of Colombian colloquialisms and word plays my innocent school-learned Spanish doesn't permit me to enjoy. I'll get there, I'll get there.
Hello Anna. I miss your updates, musings and reflections. How are you?
ReplyDeleteThat's the first I've heard you complain of not understanding...which I think is pretty good for 3 weeks in!
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