zapatos de tango

Sept 13
Ha low key night actually means get invited to go out with both my host sisters and a friend from Uruguay (who talks a mile a minute nonstop). She also knew a bit of English so she would speak Spanish to the girls then turn to me and say things like you English talk talk. (since we were at a bar with lots of English speakers). We went to two places, the first was in an old mansion, but we were in the bar area which was pretty small luckily we got a couple stools. But my good old American space bubble was constantly being invaded—due to the massive amounts of people. Then we came home and let stefy change (she had just been working and met us there). And then we headed out again for a different bar, named the shamrock, how argentine. In this bar we all had drinks (my pick was a dulce de leche milkshake! Yahoo!) And then ventured down stairs to follow the girl from Uruguay. So here’s the thing: its fun to go out and socialize. But when you don’t really have the necessary communication skills to understand (the lights and music do not add to the comprehension abilities) it’s a bit tough. Also it being 4 in the morning doesn’t help my Spanish skills. When we went down to the dancing part of the bar it was nearly impossible. I just tried to stand there and look as comfortable as possible (people blowing smoke in my face, and men sneakily inching closer). In these sorts of places (boliches) I feel like I have to have my guard up even higher than usual, but that doesn’t make for a very fun companion. Overall it is quite an experience to go to a boliche and it is interesting to just observe everything. The guys making their “moves” and the girls either agreeing or avoiding. I kind of want to do a paper on the relationship between a man and a woman at a boliche, since it is odd. The women seem like they have all the power yet none at all. I could go on and on but ill just leave you with a thesis. Off to go buy tango shoes with florencia!
And I bought some! I will post pictures later!
September 12
Last night I went out to a tango place. It was really fun. Its this club restaurant place that teaches classes everyday. We came for the tango class but if I would have come earlier we could have also attended the salsa and milonga class. I saw my friend from UO and her family and her friend and we pulled up a table next to them. We watched the teachers perform and then took our class. After the class it opened up to a open dancing area. I danced a couple and then we all went our separate ways. They caught a cab to go to a different biloche, and I waited for the bus to take me home. Luckily the bus came, you never know here (the buses “supposedly” run all night). I made it home to a nice note from my host sister asking if I met any cute argentine boys. Talked to the family on skype while I ate my dinner and then went to bed. Got up this morning and ate my usual yogurt, with frosted flakes and bananas in it. And headed to my Spanish class. I had planned to go to the wine festival since here it is the week of wine, but my plan went up in smoke. I was thinking of going alone, but it also goes on tomorrow so I think I will have a low key night tonight and go tomorrow and maybe get someone else to come.