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Aug. 23.

Last night I went out with a friend to see if we could find a bar to watch the soccer game. We had planned to meet by walking down the same street towards each other, unfortunately we missed each other and ended up walking farther than either of us bargained for. After consulting my lonely planet book, and looking around a bit we decided to go to a bar close to my house. The streets were basically deserted, since everyone was watching the game. It was an odd feeling walking down them without having to dodge women stopping to look at window displays or bags or strollers. We made it to a bar and chatted with the bartender who turned out to be from boston. He said at about 3am things would start to pick up. At about 3.30 people started rolling in after the game. We met some nice argentines (one who introduced himself as Pablo, Pablo Picasso…? ha). And we headed home around 5am.

I woke up late this morning and ate breakfast while internet was installed in our apartment. I ventured out to meet a friend to study and then go to the tango festival. It was really cool! I loved seeing people of all ages, sizes and skills dance around. It was awesome. The portion that I had gone to see turned out to be a bit of a bust so I skipped out early, and walked home. When I arrived my host sister and I drank some mate out of her gourd (mine is in the curing process and it will be ready tomorrow). I think we will be going out to a biloche (argentine version of a club) tonight… if we both are not too tired. More to come tomorrow.