tangoing into friday

Sept 5
Last night was super fun. I went out to cena with two Georgetown girls at my favorite restaurant here. They both ordered the argentine stew-ish thing, which turned out to be a bust…it had something like octopus in it and who knows what else. I stayed on the safe side with a stew including potatoes, beef and onions. Delicious. We split a dulce de leche empanada and I got a brownie with ice cream and honey…this really is turning into a food blog. We took the colectivo to this neat bar place in an old church. There we took a tango lesson. It was so fun! I got to use some of my tango skills, but I really don’t know how much the background helped (other than my confidence in my tango abilities). I think I may need to invest in some tango shoes if I want to keep dancing. I wore flats last night which was the wrong choice, but now I know. We had a bit of an adventure getting home, waited for the bus for a long long time, then ended up splitting a taxi home.
This morning I woke up and did my homework then headed to Spanish class. In my Spanish class someone mentioned the subte in the summer…I cringe at the thought of high temperatures, insane amounts of people cooking in a metal tube. I resolved to go to the tango museum after my class and that is just what I did. As museums go, it didn’t really have much information, just a lot of stuff (CDs, Books, Pictures). But that’s another thing I can say I have done, and experienced here.
I came home and have tried to work on homework, and look for my theme for my paper, and such. But none of those things have really happened. I watched the news a bit to look for topics, and then got distracted drank a tea and ate an alfajor. I then helped my host sister with facebook and she taught me how to correctly say “foto” since I apparently do it wrong. I have lots of work, including translating my syllabuses. Boo. But I stopped for a break to eat some membrillo y queso with my family… it is like fig compote I think. It was okay, but not what I would call a delicious treat. I have included some pictures I took of the centro of Buenos Aires. The plaza del mayo has a rich history. This is where the mothers of the plaza del mayo protested (and still protest each Thursday) the deaths of innocent people during the dictatorship. The plaza also is the home to many other protests (if you haven’t already gathered Argentineans are quite good at exercising their rights).