Tuesday, August 12, 2008

liderazgo y otras cosas

Aug 12th

Today was the day of my 7.45 class, it seems so early I can barely even remember it. I made some friends in the class, Dani, Dani, Julie, y Ferch. All nicknames, if you haven’t already guessed. This is the class I was really excited about, but I haven’t actually made it to a real, international relations class. I couldn’t understand the professor, and I think this is somewhat of my specialty. ??? I left took the bus home, stopped at a bakery and got a late breakfast and got home and back into bed. I woke up, and headed to FLACSO. On the way, I did some errands, photocopied my visa, bought a phone card and some cookies for a mid afternoon snack. I ended up eating my fair share of the pack. I ate lunch at FLACSO and checked my email and did some searching around the internet for cooking classes here. I also did a lot of worrying since I hadn’t heard from the girl who said she was interested in going to iguazu with me. I want to go so bad, but am not sure it would be as good if I didn’t have a travel companion. Luckily, I heard from her today after many calls and texts I finally called her home phone and she had lost her cell phone. Tomorrow we will make travel plans. Bueno! I finished up my emailing and cookie eating, and headed to my first flacso class. A service learning class. It is a class half seminar and half practicum work. I hope to do my practicum work somewhere with kids. After this class, I busted by butt almost running to the bus stop and catching the first bus I saw to get to UCA. Why would I do such a thing? Because in the UCA magazine there was an advertisement for a seminar on leadership, and for those of you who know me well, I will bust my butt any day for anything related to leadership. The problem with this seminar lied in the fact that my class ended at 6 and the seminar started at 6 (according to the magazine). I was stressing all the way over on the bus, trying to make traffic move faster, because I do not like being late. I even questioned whether I should go or not, due to the overlap. I went anyways and when I arrived out of breath to the auditorium. I looked in and there was no one there. Bummed that I had missed it I started walking away and on my way out read the sign. “Mythos y realidades de Liderazgo 19:00.” The time had been changed to one hour later, so I was EARLY. This was one of those things that the universe seems to be in your favor. I took a seat relaxed and as the argentines do, it started way later than 7pm. The guy was interesting, he spoke in English. I was happy about that since I got to glean all the leadership knowledge I could. He is a consultant and trains people/employees/CEOs on how to be better leaders. It was my element, and it was nice to be in my element for once here. And to have taken advantage of the fantastic opportunities that universities have to offer.

Empanadas for dinner. Yippy!

Aug 11th

Again woke up late and went for a run. I have been slacking a bit on my exercise, and noticing the effects of good food. On the way home from my run, I went in search of an empanada place that a fellow NE Portlander had recommended as the best empanadas in Buenos Aires. I think I will have to keep trying them and find the best ones myself. I then came back and headed over to FLACSO (the school where my program is based). I used the computers and did a bit of stressing over my plans for this upcoming weekend. Monday a week from today is a national holiday, so I am hoping to use this long weekend without some of my classes to go on a longer trip. This trip is to Iguazu falls. These falls are at the top of Argentina where it meets Brazil and Paraguay. It is about a 16 hour bus ride, but I hear from many many people that it is well worth it. I think it is one of the seven wonders of the world. At first I couldn’t find anyone who wanted to venture there with me, but hopefully I found a travel buddy so I wont have to make the trek alone. I did some homework—which I still haven’t finished despite my 5 hours or so worth of work. I hope this isn’t what the term brings. I walked out the door of FLACSO to a downpour. It was lightning and thundering and I had a sweatshirt on. I covered my important documents (school work and visa) in a plastic bag I had luckily kept in my bag and zipped up my sweatshirt over my bag. I then as a good Portlander would walked home without a care in the world. I had a cup of tea with my host sister and we chatted about American baked goods. I tried to finish up my reading but it looks like it will have to wait. I am now working on my trip itinerary.

Aug 10

Had planned on going out with my host sister and her friends to go dancing. But after dinner we both went to take naps before leaving to go out at 1.30 or 2 and at 1 she woke me up and asked… if I really wanted to go. Needless to say I was a bit disoriented from being woken up in the middle of the night by a knock on my door so I agreed to postpone it for a different day. I went back to sleep and got up at about 11. Here I am always tired, I don’t know why, but I cannot seem to get rested. I have been combating this exhaustion with sugar, which isn’t a very good cure but at this point I am not sure what is. Any suggestions shoot me an email.

Today continued to be a very lazy day. I tried to do my reading but it was too boring and I ended up falling asleep while doing it. Then I tried harder and just ended up looking at the words instead of reading them. A lost cause. I got a little stur crazy since I hadnt been out of the house or tiny apartment all day, and my attempts at organizing a tango dinner show had almost failed. I got together with another girl from the program and we went to this huge tango show. I wanted the more traditional feel without the 120 dollar show/dinner, so we moved on. We walked around for a while and then lonely planet helped us find our fantastic restaurant. It was DELICIOUS. They had all sorts of things on the menu but I got a stew like thing. Beef, onion and some brothy stuff under a layer of potatoes and cheese. It was very good. We enjoyed our dinner then I headed on home and stopped at McDonalds for a mcflurry—but not a taste of home. It was called a Cadbury cream mcflurry and it was odd. Now I am back in my little room and about ready to go to bed. I think this will be the first time ever, but I am the last one up in my house. Ha. Yippy. The only reason is because every is a bit under the weather.

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