in a permanent state of tired

All weekend I was in a blogging mood (somewhere my mother is saying hallelujah) but, wait for it, my internet fucked up and I was unable to get out my blogging feelings, so I'm going to do it now.

My weekend was relaxed and beautiful and perfect. On Saturday I said goodbye to my roommate Sophie (and on a side note I am now enjoying the blissful freedom afforded by having your own room) and then spend the day walking along the river that surrounds Cordoba (so gorgeous) and visiting the children's museum which is a lesser version of the Science Centre. Long story short, it was me and children under the age of five and all the parents stared. Pictures of my beautiful walk have been added to my album: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=101729&id=504021617&l=48df314156

Saturday night I went out for a movie and a night walk with my friend Ben, another volunteer from the US here for a month. The great thing about Cordoba is that all movies are subtitled (so we watched in English) except for children' movies and animated movies, so it was a nice way to relax.

Afterwards we went for a walk around Cordoba and in Plaza San Martin (1 minute from my apartment) there were a bunch of people dancing tango to beautiful music and it was so nice in the dark (kind of like a black and white movie) so we stayed for awhile and watched.

On Sunday I woke up blissfully late and spent a kind of lazy morning at home. I was happy to organize all my stuff (my room is ridiculously clean now) and do my laundry and what-not. As a kind of funny side note, my laundry line is hung up over my bed and there isn't enough room on it for all my stuff so whenever I do laundry for two days after my room is always covered in hanging clothes and it looks kind of funny - remind me to take a picture some time.

Sunday afternoon I made the hour walk up to Alta Cordoba - where my old work was - to take pictures, walk around, listen to music, and relax. When I came home I went out for drinks and pizza with all my roommates as well as some friends of Franca and Jere.

It was the most gorgeous place ever. It's a tiny little restaurant (more like booze and snacks though) and it's really narrow with lots of flows and it's all really colourful with tons of hand-done drawings and loud, Spanish music. It's also divided into several different rooms per floor and in each room there is a low table with bean bag chairs around it.

We split five pizzas (all different types - delivered one after another) and shared some really great Argentinean (or South American, I'm not sure) beer whose name I unfortunately forget and when I came home I was so exhausted that I pretty much collapsed in my bed.

Today I woke up too early and headed to work. The favourite activity of the kids today was to braid my hair. Five girls each argued over which section of my hair belonged to whom and Pepo (who has become very much attached to my lap) was so outraged by this intrusion that he basically sat on my lap the whole time howling at them.

From there I went to my Spanish lessons and attempted to remain awake and coherent. I was given my study books, the outline of my lessons, and was forced into learning a few things and now I am finally home (it's freezing at night - remind me to bring a scarf) and I think I'm getting sick. My throat hurts in that tell-tale way it does before you get sick and currently my fingers are crossed that I don't catch (is it catcheable?) the bronchitis that was afflicting Abigail on Friday.

That's all for now. I'm exhausted and I still have to remain awake until dinner.

Hasta luego :)