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Sunday, July 26, 2009
la cumbre
LANDING! :)
Given the fact that I've spent the last month drowning (in the best possible way) in the chaos of living with nine very social people and in the demands of twenty one little children, this weekend was supposed to be (and was) a chance for me to decompress, spend some time alone, go to bed before 2am (slight exaggeration) and of course, go paragliding!
Unfortunately, there were a few hitches in this plan. For starters, the person who was supposed to take me paragliding failed to show up at the bus station at our pre-arranged time so I wound up spending about an hour waiting and finally I was so tired, so hungry, and I had to go to the bathroom so I called a cab and headed to my hotel - although it was a house, so I'm not sure what I should call it. It was however the sweetest little thing (pictures to follow soon - although with previously promised photos of my adventure in the national park).
When I was feeling better I went for a walk around town and saw a store that offered paragliding and since I had pretty much given up hope of meeting up with Pablo (who was supposed to take me) I went in to see if there was any possibility of me being able to go paragliding at all (pretty much the whole reason I went to La Cumbre in the first place).
Just as I started to talk to the woman in the store, in rushes another woman saying "Pablo lost his phone this morning and he was supposed to pick up a girl at the bus station but he forgot what time and I've been looking all over for her," and then she looked at me and goes, "are you Jane?"
And that's the story about how I wound up being driven the 15km to Cuchi Corral- the take off point for all paragliders.
It was absolutely insane, Cuchi Corral is basically a flat piece of land at the top of the mountain with a ramp that pretty much goes off the mountain into air. Tons of people just go up there everyday to take pictures and just generally watch people go paragliding. For those of you who don't know what paragliding is I have attached a picture :)
Within seconds of arriving at the top I was introduced to another guy (whose name I have forgotten) who was going to be taking me up. I was strapped in to my...contraption, which felt rather like I was wearing a turtle shell on my back. Basically for paragliding you are sitting down but for take off you have to wear your seat on your back and run and then once you are up in the air you pull two red straps at the side and slide into your seat.
I was strapped in front of my instructor and told that I needed to run off the ramp (into air) and that I couldn't stop no matter what. At this point my legs were all shaking and I was starting to doubt whether or not I had the confidence to get up in the air, but I wasn't given very much time to ponder this before the air pulled up the fabric wing (under which you are suspended) and we were pretty much forced into running. It's a really strange feeling because you are running on the ground one second and then you are running on air the next and then you are running on the ground once more before the wind finally lifts you up for good.
Once up in the air I'm pretty sure I had a permanent smile on my face. It is the most brilliant thing ever. You are so high up and you do dips up and down along the cracks in the mountain (sometimes you get so close you have to lift your feet up) and it's so beautiful.
The way it works is that there is the fabric wing and from it hangs your seat. The person in charge of moving it, has two (red) straps hanging down from either side and uses them to maneouver it. You pull down on the straps to go down and you let them go up if you want to go up. If you want to turn you pull down on the side you want to turn and release on the side you don't want to turn.
At the end of my flight, I was asked if I wanted some paragliding adrenaline, which basically included some extreme dips to both sides and a little bit of free-falling, which is absolutely amazing!
The rest of my weekend has been pretty chill but also really nice. Cuddled up in a double-bed alone at the place I stayed I got to sleep a straight twelve hours (which was so amazing) and now I feel rested and ready to deal with lots and lots of little children.
Chau.
PS - I find it a little weird that I am leaving in less than two weeks. It's really weird to think about how fast time has gone by.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
kate's freqent blogs make me feel like a blogging slacker, so here goes...
Well, nothing much of huge blogging interest has happened in the last couple of days (unfortunately my day-to-day work stories aren't exciting brain surgeries but rather what kid cried, what kid didn't, what kid required excessive diaper changing, and what kid (and not I'm not joking) has been calling me mom for the last three days).
I've decided then that I'm going to use the lull (things will be looking up this weekend - more on that later) to tell you about all the daily Cordoban things that it never really occurred to me to blog about, but could be entertaining and therefore possibly blog-worthy.
The first thing is that my "family" things I'm hilarious. Actually. I routinely get lost, exaggerate, make mistakes that make for interesting stories, and...wait for it...sleep walk. Yes, my sleepwalking has become almost a daily occurance. I will go to bed (usually earlier than everyone else on weekdays) and within an hour or two of falling asleep I will visit everyone still up and chatting - something they enjoy telling me about immensely.
The other thing is buses. While subways and streetcars here are non-existent and I have been warned away from the disgustingness of trains (by many MANY people), the buses are my main source of transportation. Cheap (an hour and half ride to Rio Ceballos is about $1 Canadian), comfortable (think much nicer greyhound), and frequent (like 2 minutes apart sometimes, 10 at most) they have become my best friend. However, they are not like Canadian buses.
1) the driver routinely drives with the door open (even if a mother and her child are balanced precariously on the steps
2) stops aren't really stops, you just kind of stand at designated points at the road and flag the bus down. Even if you are at a designated point the bus will not stop unless you flag it down and sometimes, depending on the bus drivers mood, he might not stop at all
3) getting off the bus involves the bus driver slowing down (never stopping) and opening the doors. I have since mastered the hopping off while it's still moving and so far so good.
4) general fact: cars have the right of way. always. even on a green light.
Anyway, that is all the random fun facts that have been floating around in my brain for the past month that I always conveniently forget right before I blog, now I shall tell you a little bit about my week.
Well, Søren is cracking under the pressure of taking care of the kids (they were particularly heinous though this week) and routinely leaves early (citing various reasons) and takes long breaks alone in the bedrooms (off-limits to the kids during the day). I don't think it will help him that tomorrow is Mikkel's last day before he heads off for two weeks of travelling around Argentina before heading back to Denmark (two weeks before Søren).
As for me, I have found my niche at Eva Peron. I have established my routine and good relationships with my kids and after one incident (where they didn't listen to me) my authority has been established. Yay.
Basically when I arrive I help set up for their breakfast and then after they eat I wash all the dishes and sometimes help with the prep for lunch (say...scraping ten thousand potatoes). Afterwords I play with the kids (today that involved drawing - I made the mistake of making one nice "name tag" for one of the kids and then I was asked by a bunch and that pretty much consumed my morning). Later I set up for lunch, oversee the eating of lunch, then do the dishes, wipe down the table, stack the chairs, sweep the messy floor, put the kids to bed, and leave.
So far it's all been really good (except for the occasional days when the kids are just crazy from being contained all day and go nuts crying).
Tomorrow is Friday and because this week has been a bit brutal (always at least a few kids crying at any given minute and with Søren cracking up) I am thankful. After work I'm going to go vegetable shopping, walk around for a bit, sleep a bit, and then in the evening I have another Spanish lesson (which are going pretty well - two hours a day).
This weekend in particular though I am looking forward to. While I really enjoy the bustle of my house and the general atmosphere and all the people I am more of a homebody and a bit of a loner and this weekend will give me a good chance to exercise that.
I'm leaving Saturday morning (and coming back Sunday night) to La Cumbre and Capilla del Monte. Capilla del Monte boasts the highest point in Las Sierras Chicas (big mountains) and La Cumbre boasts a gorgeous market (somewhere my mother is really happy) and is going to provide me with my first taste of paragliding. I've already organized everything (it finally came together about 20 minutes ago which is making me really excited) and I'm staying in a little 1938-English townhouse in La Cumbre which has only 8 bedrooms for guests but is as cheap as a hostel (pretty much the greatest thing ever!). Just the prospect of 40 hours without internet, by myself, and pretty much uninterrupted is sounding so appealing (which I guess makes sense when you live with 9 really social people and work 25 hours a week with 20 children under the age of 8).
Long story short I will not be blogging this weekend given my internet free state, so I will do my best to blog sometime on Monday after work.
The funny story I will leave you with is this:
There is a dollar store of sorts near our house and on Tuesday night I went with Laura to buy a bunch of colouring books (goodbye presents for my kids) and I'm pretty sure the lady thought I was nuts. Then on Wednesday Laura (who's luggage still hadn't shown up - although it thankfully has now) went in to buy a ton of cheap socks - same saleslady. Finally, yesterday I went in with Laura again to buy a bunch of kinder eggs (after realizing it's the kids favourite candy I decided I would get them each one) and we wound up buying a whole tray of them, got the same saleslady, and now have come to the conclusion that the entire city of cordoba (or at least everyone on Rivera Indarte) thinks that I am insane.
All though that's not too far off, so I guess I'll take it :)
I've decided then that I'm going to use the lull (things will be looking up this weekend - more on that later) to tell you about all the daily Cordoban things that it never really occurred to me to blog about, but could be entertaining and therefore possibly blog-worthy.
The first thing is that my "family" things I'm hilarious. Actually. I routinely get lost, exaggerate, make mistakes that make for interesting stories, and...wait for it...sleep walk. Yes, my sleepwalking has become almost a daily occurance. I will go to bed (usually earlier than everyone else on weekdays) and within an hour or two of falling asleep I will visit everyone still up and chatting - something they enjoy telling me about immensely.
The other thing is buses. While subways and streetcars here are non-existent and I have been warned away from the disgustingness of trains (by many MANY people), the buses are my main source of transportation. Cheap (an hour and half ride to Rio Ceballos is about $1 Canadian), comfortable (think much nicer greyhound), and frequent (like 2 minutes apart sometimes, 10 at most) they have become my best friend. However, they are not like Canadian buses.
1) the driver routinely drives with the door open (even if a mother and her child are balanced precariously on the steps
2) stops aren't really stops, you just kind of stand at designated points at the road and flag the bus down. Even if you are at a designated point the bus will not stop unless you flag it down and sometimes, depending on the bus drivers mood, he might not stop at all
3) getting off the bus involves the bus driver slowing down (never stopping) and opening the doors. I have since mastered the hopping off while it's still moving and so far so good.
4) general fact: cars have the right of way. always. even on a green light.
Anyway, that is all the random fun facts that have been floating around in my brain for the past month that I always conveniently forget right before I blog, now I shall tell you a little bit about my week.
Well, Søren is cracking under the pressure of taking care of the kids (they were particularly heinous though this week) and routinely leaves early (citing various reasons) and takes long breaks alone in the bedrooms (off-limits to the kids during the day). I don't think it will help him that tomorrow is Mikkel's last day before he heads off for two weeks of travelling around Argentina before heading back to Denmark (two weeks before Søren).
As for me, I have found my niche at Eva Peron. I have established my routine and good relationships with my kids and after one incident (where they didn't listen to me) my authority has been established. Yay.
Basically when I arrive I help set up for their breakfast and then after they eat I wash all the dishes and sometimes help with the prep for lunch (say...scraping ten thousand potatoes). Afterwords I play with the kids (today that involved drawing - I made the mistake of making one nice "name tag" for one of the kids and then I was asked by a bunch and that pretty much consumed my morning). Later I set up for lunch, oversee the eating of lunch, then do the dishes, wipe down the table, stack the chairs, sweep the messy floor, put the kids to bed, and leave.
So far it's all been really good (except for the occasional days when the kids are just crazy from being contained all day and go nuts crying).
Tomorrow is Friday and because this week has been a bit brutal (always at least a few kids crying at any given minute and with Søren cracking up) I am thankful. After work I'm going to go vegetable shopping, walk around for a bit, sleep a bit, and then in the evening I have another Spanish lesson (which are going pretty well - two hours a day).
This weekend in particular though I am looking forward to. While I really enjoy the bustle of my house and the general atmosphere and all the people I am more of a homebody and a bit of a loner and this weekend will give me a good chance to exercise that.
I'm leaving Saturday morning (and coming back Sunday night) to La Cumbre and Capilla del Monte. Capilla del Monte boasts the highest point in Las Sierras Chicas (big mountains) and La Cumbre boasts a gorgeous market (somewhere my mother is really happy) and is going to provide me with my first taste of paragliding. I've already organized everything (it finally came together about 20 minutes ago which is making me really excited) and I'm staying in a little 1938-English townhouse in La Cumbre which has only 8 bedrooms for guests but is as cheap as a hostel (pretty much the greatest thing ever!). Just the prospect of 40 hours without internet, by myself, and pretty much uninterrupted is sounding so appealing (which I guess makes sense when you live with 9 really social people and work 25 hours a week with 20 children under the age of 8).
Long story short I will not be blogging this weekend given my internet free state, so I will do my best to blog sometime on Monday after work.
The funny story I will leave you with is this:
There is a dollar store of sorts near our house and on Tuesday night I went with Laura to buy a bunch of colouring books (goodbye presents for my kids) and I'm pretty sure the lady thought I was nuts. Then on Wednesday Laura (who's luggage still hadn't shown up - although it thankfully has now) went in to buy a ton of cheap socks - same saleslady. Finally, yesterday I went in with Laura again to buy a bunch of kinder eggs (after realizing it's the kids favourite candy I decided I would get them each one) and we wound up buying a whole tray of them, got the same saleslady, and now have come to the conclusion that the entire city of cordoba (or at least everyone on Rivera Indarte) thinks that I am insane.
All though that's not too far off, so I guess I'll take it :)
Monday, July 20, 2009
my internet connection is conspiring against me in an attempt to prevent my blogging
Well, it's been quite a busy last couple of days and I've been meaning to blog about all the excitement but every time I seem to have a minute to blog my internet connection craps out and, well, I can't. So sad. Please allow me to catch up...
Saturday I woke up too early to go for my visit to the Quebrada National Park of Condors (supposedly the largest land bird but really they just look like black birds with white-tipped wings). I was supposed to meet at the Latitud Sur office (my tour company) and meet the rest of the "tourists". Now, these tourists are in brackets because I was led (misled) to believe that my trip was a touristy one - a little walking, a little historical park information, lots of tourists, you know the type. Wrong.
I was squished into a tiny car with five other people (all much older Argentineans) and taken on a 10-hour hike through the mountains. Yes, ten hours. It was absolutely insane. It was the most amazing, beautiful thing I've ever done (pictures soon to follow), but it was crazy. We basically walked up and down mountains - although I use the term walking loosely since what I did was in fact closer to rock-climbing and rock-hopping. I fell into a river twice, I died of frostbite, I climbed up a rock-cliff and almost fell down on to the rocks below because I grabbed onto a loose rock accidently (whoops!) and then to end the "tour" I had to walk along the visitor's road for two and half hours in the pitch dark with no lights. I died, but it was the most fun and the most adventure that I've had in awhile so it was really nice. It was one of those activities that consumes you so entirely that you don't think of anything else and to be honest while I've had a lot of fun in Cordoba and enjoyed most of the things I've done this was the first activity where I didn't think about home at all.
Sunday I spent recovering. Which was much needed because I was really sore and tired and my legs were like jelly (mountain-climbing 19 kilometres will do that to a person). I did my laundry, made my twister board game (and I am impressed with the results - picture soon to follow as well), organized all my stuff and slept. Lots and lots of sleeping.
Today I went to work in the morning and died. Even though I really enjoy my work today seemed to be the day that everyone was crying, kicking, screaming, biting (Damian!), and hitting. My authority was questioned (many times) by the kids today (eventually I won though) and the usual girls played with my hair, although today the braids were more like knots in my hair that took about 2 hours to get out (never again...).
Afterwords I went to Unquillo to help set up (and then hold) the birthday party for all the kids with birthdays in July. It was a lot of fun (twister was a hit!) and it lasted for quite a while.
I got home around 6ish and then Laura (my new roommate from Manchester) arrived. She is really nice, has pretty good Spanish, and unfortunately has no luggage since the airline appears to have lost it. Sucky. So far we get along pretty great though (she accompanied me on my walk to the dollar store to buy markers and colouring books for the kids at my orphanage - I've decided I need to add more crafts to the morning - and in return I took her to the tourist office to get her a map of Cordoba (so helpful) and showed her where all the banks and money exchange places are).
Now I am exhausted and have a pile of Spanish homework to finish before my class tomorrow. I'm not sure if I'm going to do it tonight or tomorrow in the two hours between work and leaving for class. So far I'm leaning towards tomorrow because I am thoroughly exhausted (such a long day) and have no desire to do anything what so ever.
I think Laura will make for a good roommate. Currently we are sitting across from each other on our computers and she has decided to strike up a gmail chat conversation. That makes me think she has a sense of humour...
Saturday I woke up too early to go for my visit to the Quebrada National Park of Condors (supposedly the largest land bird but really they just look like black birds with white-tipped wings). I was supposed to meet at the Latitud Sur office (my tour company) and meet the rest of the "tourists". Now, these tourists are in brackets because I was led (misled) to believe that my trip was a touristy one - a little walking, a little historical park information, lots of tourists, you know the type. Wrong.
I was squished into a tiny car with five other people (all much older Argentineans) and taken on a 10-hour hike through the mountains. Yes, ten hours. It was absolutely insane. It was the most amazing, beautiful thing I've ever done (pictures soon to follow), but it was crazy. We basically walked up and down mountains - although I use the term walking loosely since what I did was in fact closer to rock-climbing and rock-hopping. I fell into a river twice, I died of frostbite, I climbed up a rock-cliff and almost fell down on to the rocks below because I grabbed onto a loose rock accidently (whoops!) and then to end the "tour" I had to walk along the visitor's road for two and half hours in the pitch dark with no lights. I died, but it was the most fun and the most adventure that I've had in awhile so it was really nice. It was one of those activities that consumes you so entirely that you don't think of anything else and to be honest while I've had a lot of fun in Cordoba and enjoyed most of the things I've done this was the first activity where I didn't think about home at all.
Sunday I spent recovering. Which was much needed because I was really sore and tired and my legs were like jelly (mountain-climbing 19 kilometres will do that to a person). I did my laundry, made my twister board game (and I am impressed with the results - picture soon to follow as well), organized all my stuff and slept. Lots and lots of sleeping.
Today I went to work in the morning and died. Even though I really enjoy my work today seemed to be the day that everyone was crying, kicking, screaming, biting (Damian!), and hitting. My authority was questioned (many times) by the kids today (eventually I won though) and the usual girls played with my hair, although today the braids were more like knots in my hair that took about 2 hours to get out (never again...).
Afterwords I went to Unquillo to help set up (and then hold) the birthday party for all the kids with birthdays in July. It was a lot of fun (twister was a hit!) and it lasted for quite a while.
I got home around 6ish and then Laura (my new roommate from Manchester) arrived. She is really nice, has pretty good Spanish, and unfortunately has no luggage since the airline appears to have lost it. Sucky. So far we get along pretty great though (she accompanied me on my walk to the dollar store to buy markers and colouring books for the kids at my orphanage - I've decided I need to add more crafts to the morning - and in return I took her to the tourist office to get her a map of Cordoba (so helpful) and showed her where all the banks and money exchange places are).
Now I am exhausted and have a pile of Spanish homework to finish before my class tomorrow. I'm not sure if I'm going to do it tonight or tomorrow in the two hours between work and leaving for class. So far I'm leaning towards tomorrow because I am thoroughly exhausted (such a long day) and have no desire to do anything what so ever.
I think Laura will make for a good roommate. Currently we are sitting across from each other on our computers and she has decided to strike up a gmail chat conversation. That makes me think she has a sense of humour...
Friday, July 17, 2009
i can't think of a title...
Well the German invasion ends tomorrow morning. Apparently Franca finds her really annoying and doesn't like the idea of her being in the house alone, so she asked me if it was okay if we both lied and said that my roommate (who comes Monday) is actually coming Saturday. I said yes, is that mean?
Ah well, Thursday I woke up still feeling kind of sick and having not slept at all (my roommate stays up late talking on skype with all the lights on) but I managed to drag myself down to Villa Allende. There was not work but all the volunteers in Care were at the Office to wrap presents and organize games for the huge birthday party for all the children born in July on Monday in Unquillo. The volunteers were divided into groups of two, each group in charge of two games. I was partnered with Søren and we are in charge of a potato sack race and twister. Somehow Søren got to be in charge of buying the potato sacks and I got put in charge of making (yes making) a twister board.
Well, now I know how I will be spending my weekend...
Thursday afternoon I had a two hour Spanish lesson (and now I have a crapload of grammar homework for Tuesday) and then I came home and collapsed in bed at 10 (really really early by Argentinean standards). The French disappeared Thursday night for a weekend in Salta (the house is awfully quiet now) and with the German leaving tomorrow morning, there's going to be very little people in the house for the next little while.
This morning I went to work (it was dance and music day) and it was good but absolutely exhausting and this afternoon I visited the most famous church in Cordoba and the old university (Which is gorgeous). Now I'm exhausted (still sporting a nice sore throat) and looking forward to getting some sleep - since it's her last night I'm going to have no qualms about telling her to use her computer in the kitchen or turn in the (pardon my French) fuck off.
Tomorrow I leave bright and early for a full day excursion to Quebrada National Park which is famous for it's Condors, which are apparently the largest land bird and slowly becoming extinct. Everyone who knows of my plans says it is the prettiest, nicest park ever - time will tell.
Sunday I believe my day will be consumed by sleep, laundry, more sleep, the making of two twister games (one for Eva Peron and one for the party), more sleep, and more sleep.
The only new thing on the itinerary is that I am now leaving Cordoba on the 6th of August instead of the 14th of August. Instead of just a weekend in Chile I am now spending a little over a week there, with my time split between Santiago and Vina del Mar.
Well, I'll do my best to let Sunday include the posting of pictures and blogging from the National Park, and have a good weekend! :)
PS - weirdly enough today is the halfway point. I have been in Cordoba for three weeks (it feels like a day) and I leave in three weeks (given how fast the first three went by I am kind of scared at how fast the last three will go by).
Ah well, Thursday I woke up still feeling kind of sick and having not slept at all (my roommate stays up late talking on skype with all the lights on) but I managed to drag myself down to Villa Allende. There was not work but all the volunteers in Care were at the Office to wrap presents and organize games for the huge birthday party for all the children born in July on Monday in Unquillo. The volunteers were divided into groups of two, each group in charge of two games. I was partnered with Søren and we are in charge of a potato sack race and twister. Somehow Søren got to be in charge of buying the potato sacks and I got put in charge of making (yes making) a twister board.
Well, now I know how I will be spending my weekend...
Thursday afternoon I had a two hour Spanish lesson (and now I have a crapload of grammar homework for Tuesday) and then I came home and collapsed in bed at 10 (really really early by Argentinean standards). The French disappeared Thursday night for a weekend in Salta (the house is awfully quiet now) and with the German leaving tomorrow morning, there's going to be very little people in the house for the next little while.
This morning I went to work (it was dance and music day) and it was good but absolutely exhausting and this afternoon I visited the most famous church in Cordoba and the old university (Which is gorgeous). Now I'm exhausted (still sporting a nice sore throat) and looking forward to getting some sleep - since it's her last night I'm going to have no qualms about telling her to use her computer in the kitchen or turn in the (pardon my French) fuck off.
Tomorrow I leave bright and early for a full day excursion to Quebrada National Park which is famous for it's Condors, which are apparently the largest land bird and slowly becoming extinct. Everyone who knows of my plans says it is the prettiest, nicest park ever - time will tell.
Sunday I believe my day will be consumed by sleep, laundry, more sleep, the making of two twister games (one for Eva Peron and one for the party), more sleep, and more sleep.
The only new thing on the itinerary is that I am now leaving Cordoba on the 6th of August instead of the 14th of August. Instead of just a weekend in Chile I am now spending a little over a week there, with my time split between Santiago and Vina del Mar.
Well, I'll do my best to let Sunday include the posting of pictures and blogging from the National Park, and have a good weekend! :)
PS - weirdly enough today is the halfway point. I have been in Cordoba for three weeks (it feels like a day) and I leave in three weeks (given how fast the first three went by I am kind of scared at how fast the last three will go by).
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
german invasion
Well apparently our house of a million quadrillion people is not full enough. I was really enjoying my five days without a roommate - it gave me a bit of a breather from the party vibe of my house - but today (like an hour ago) I was informed that we will be hosting another person (in my room) until Laura arrives on Monday or Tuesday (personally I'm rooting for Monday). I didn't really mind this whole other person, I mean I was going to have a roommate eventually, but she showed up twenty minutes ago with her friend and they have already moved a bunch of my stuff and are completely monopolizing my room. It's just weird because I'm so used to it being my place to go if I'm just tired of people or just want to hang out on my computer and now this girl and her friend have taken over. Do I sound bitter? I'm really not. I guess maybe just a little frustrated because we don't have any more room in this house (the table barely fits 8 of us and we don't even have enough chairs) and I was looking forward to Laura because she speaks English and we've kind of talked a bit before so I feel like we'll be a bit of a better fit.
Plus I feel really bad when I have to set my alarm for like 7am in the morning and wind up waking people up, I mean I always felt so bad with Sophie and now I'm going to feel really bad with this girl and argh. I guess I needed to vent.
Okay, venting over. Sorry. I went for a walk a little while ago and managed to book a hiking trip on Saturday (7:15am to 8pm) at Quebrada National Park so that should be quite interesting. Now I'm going to go to sleep before the fun business that is going to be group tango (which I'm going to go to but since I'm kind of still sick and exhausted and not really sure about it I'm also slightly dreading) and dinner. Or maybe I'll just come back and eat here...
Plus I feel really bad when I have to set my alarm for like 7am in the morning and wind up waking people up, I mean I always felt so bad with Sophie and now I'm going to feel really bad with this girl and argh. I guess I needed to vent.
Okay, venting over. Sorry. I went for a walk a little while ago and managed to book a hiking trip on Saturday (7:15am to 8pm) at Quebrada National Park so that should be quite interesting. Now I'm going to go to sleep before the fun business that is going to be group tango (which I'm going to go to but since I'm kind of still sick and exhausted and not really sure about it I'm also slightly dreading) and dinner. Or maybe I'll just come back and eat here...
fotos, para ti :)
today the cameras got whipped out at residencia eva peron and i have quite a bit of photos (taken courtesy of the camera hog camila) to show for it.
enjoy!
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I will hopefully blog tonight but right now I have to get outside. Tonight though I have a tango lesson and then dinner with all the other volunteerrs so that should be fun.
chau!
enjoy!
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I will hopefully blog tonight but right now I have to get outside. Tonight though I have a tango lesson and then dinner with all the other volunteerrs so that should be fun.
chau!
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