Long Weekend
My weekend days are divided into two distinct sections- the day and the night, separated by a two hour nap. I usually wake up around 12 and then read, travel, etc. until 7. From 7-9:00 I take a nap, so that I can go out from 11-7.
Friday, Part I
I went with Pedro to the Montana store to look for spray paint, but it was closed. We walked around Belgrano for a bit until we found black paint at a hardware store. After completing our mission, we took the bus to the Plaza Francia to hang out with circus people. If you ever want to find these circus hippies, just look for the triangle of palm trees connected by slacklines (sort of like tightropes). I went home after an hour of watching people run, stumble, and nearly fall across the lines.
Friday, Part II
Estelle, Sophia, and I went to a bar called InFamme for a birthday of someone we hadn’t met before. Which I guess is pretty common because it’s happened like 3 times so far. I sat next to a Columbian girl named Lyda and we talked about how Argentine men are much more sketchy than other Latin American men. One of them came up to her and said “I would leave it all for you” three minutes after making out with another girl.
Saturday, Part I
Read 100 pages of economics texts in Spanish.
Saturday, Part II
Sophia, Francisco, Estelle, and I went out to eat at a Tucumanian restaurant in Barrio Norte. Great empanadas, but a little too expensive. Afterwards, we went to a party at the apartment of a Brasilian man and chillaxed with a bunch of Columbians. Going to parties with lots of random people is like speed dating. You talk to a lot of people, and eventually find 1 or 2 you like, then spend the rest of the night talking to them. I met a guy named Octavio from Mexico. We talked about Mexican words (“Mande” instead of “como”) and he and a Columbian had a swearing match. At one point, I realized that I hadn’t been hit on the entire night. And then I realized that there wasn’t a single Argentine in the room.
Sunday I
Pedro and I made stencils, then looked for a place in Recoleta to graffiti. Unfortunately, Recoleta is one of the richest areas in all of Argentina, so we couldn’t find any dimly lit allies/ sketchy construction sites with lots of wood lying around. We went back to his house to eat toast and mate with honey (tastes so much better, who knew!). Sophia, Estelle, Gabrielle, and Francisco came over and we played music and had a Green Day sing along.
Sunday II
Great night, but I’m keeping it a secret. ;o
