casa del nino y una dia llena.

Sept 3

Today was long. I woke up early 7.15 and didn’t have breakfast in my box in the fridge. This may have been partly my own fault, but it is kind of weird living with a host family and saying things hey I’m out of breakfast food will you buy some for me. So I ate a roll (and bought myself a yogurt on the way to school). Also the bathroom was occupied the whole time I was getting ready, so no bathroom break before heading off to the place where I was to meet the remise (taxi) that was going to take all of us to the Casa del Niño. We arrived with no problems. We chatted over some coffee and waited to get “oriented” after a tour and taking inventory on what each of us wanted to do we got introduced to each age group. The kids are just full of energy…and they talk a mile a minute. We had our pick of age groups and I walked into the 7-9 group. I made friends with a lot of kids, but it was hard to understand many of them. They all enjoyed telling me who they were related too. Most of the kids have siblings or cousins in the casa as well. I didn’t really know what was going on, and what they were doing so we just hung out for a bit. Then it was recess time. Everyone ran out to the backyard and I enjoyed a couple hours of running around, sliding down slides, playing checkers, and other activities. I also took a mighty hard fall when playing tag… and now my hands are all scraped. We ate lunch and then left. Our remise on the ride home was interesting. I first got in and slammed the door. The guy gave this big sigh and gave me a mean look. I remembered a conversation that I had with one of my host fathers friends, saying that when he visited the states the thing that surprised him the most was that everyone slammed the car doors (of really nice cars). I felt a bit bad about slamming the car door, but it wasn’t a very nice car and it was kind of mean of him to sigh and glare. The drive is a long one anyway but we encountered a fair amount of traffic and construction. The girl who was with my had class at 1.15 and at 1.15 we were driving the wrong way from where we were supposed to be going, and the car was breaking down. It was so odd. The guy wouldn’t listen to us and kept asking bus drivers and other cabs. I finally just jumped out (since my class was at 2 and it was now a bit after 1.30). Jumped on the subte and got there in plenty of time. Had a long class working on the subjunctive. After the class I hurried to the place where I was supposed to get tutored (for my class at the UBA), I hadn’t had time to check my email before hand so I just showed up. I didn’t know if there actually was one today, but I figured better to be there and not have one than not go and have one. I tried to explain this to the guy there and left very confused. Checked my email at FLACSO and brainstormed some memories. Had my first experience mailing something on my way home…it was surprisingly easy but a bit more spendy than I would have liked. Now I am sitting here on my bed…wondering how I am going to get through my day tomorrow which is equally as busy. I still have homework to do and so I better get to it.