Imma Yanki.

I've learned more from Francisco than I have ever learned from any liberal studies class. And through trial and error of course. Here are some examples:
1. I am a Yanki (the Argentina way of saying gringa).
2. I stand out because I wear bright colors, and have white teeth.
3. Chicken is NOT meat.
4. If I take the subte (the subway here) between 7pm and 1 am, I WILL get kidnapped.
5. Buying alfajors (oreos on steroids) is a science and a skill.
6. My usual cat calling noise is quite offensive here.
7. I should have gone to school here, because its free. Even for Yankis like us.
8. Fernet is definitely an acquired taste.
9. Never smile and nod when an argentine man is speaking to you and you have no idea what he's saying.
10. You need to press the stop button if you ever want to get off the bus. Otherwise you keep going...
11. Cojer is NOT what they taught you in spanish class.
12. If you say "Matías" with confidence at the boliche Asia de Cuba, you can get in.
13. Exact change.
14. Freddo helado is the place to go.
15. Waking up at 4 pm doesn't mean you've slept the day away.
16. Don't touch the cats.

One of the several near dead cats in the cemetery. 

Eating a HUGE cup of ice cream at Sarkis. Of course, they snuck straight up liquor in that thing. Sneaky agentinians. 

The cemetery in Recoleta. This place was incredible. It was like a giant maze filled with dead important people in their kingdoms. Anya and I agreed it would make the perfect hide and seek location. 

Everyone here seems to be obsessed with their own brand and flavor of packaged cookie. The only way to find out is to try them all.

Vida en la Ciudad

Here I am in Buenos Aires! Arrived about 45 minutes late and when I finally got out of customs and to the gate, Francisco was there waiting. I did have a hostel booked on Avda Mayo, but he offered to let me stay at his apartment, and so I accepted. He seems like a really great guy. The very first thing he said when he saw me was " You look terrified!". Which, in all honesty I was. But he is only 26 and owns his own company. Besides offering a ride, his home, and his advice, he even went as far as to make me a set of keys to his place.

Anyway, he went off to work, and I fought my urge to sleep and explored the city a bit. I swear, if I had brown eyes and never had to open my mouth, I would fit right in. Just like in España though, I keep catching myself smiling at people on the street (which is a no no). That is going to be my hardest habit to break. I'm still on the hunt to figure out how the ATMs here work. Its pretty intimidating because there is a police officer outside each bank door. And I'm the idiot that doesn't know how to extract pesos from her card. Its rejected me in my every attempt. I guess I can't spend money if I don't have it!