another day
Things that happened today:
-Woken up by the intrusive maid, who promptly called the landlord to tell her that we were leaving on Sunday.
-Figuring out that I now have ohsomuch credit on my phone, yet it is still malfunctioning
-Getting on the last inbound Subte before the entire system was shut down on a day-long strike
-Finding the French Embassy (in a classy building)
-Getting my Brazilian visa, and finding out that it is a) multiple entry and b) for 90 days
-Finding out that Delta Airlines only charges you a $250 fee to cancel/change your flight, and YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY THE DIFFERENCE if you choose another date. AKA I for sure have no clue when I will go back to Chicago/ever.
-Being trapped for 40 min. in a hot cab in traffic due to the almost shut-down of the capital due to protests
-Seeing the extremely touristy/desperate La Boca neighborhood
-Getting frustrated with McKenna's desire to walk 30 blocks and taking another cab, this one for almost an hour, to Abasto
-Having the cab driver almost pass off a fake 100 peso bill
-Ending up in a parilla, watching a fight at the "press conference" for the subte strike, with the waitress being belligerent about the food.
-Walking in scorching heat due to the lack of buses, and then finding a shoe store where I promptly bought two pairs
-Wandering around, not finding a hair salon, and then accomplishing it, with new short hair.
-Extreme amounts of sunburn
-Turning around at home, taking a bus for a half hour and getting nowhere, then putting my life in my hands with a psycho cabdriver who ran red lights and almost hit pedestrians
-Arriving at a gallery in San Telmo run by gay Dutch people
-Getting told I had a beautiful voice by a guy who then wanted to have sex with me
-Having more wine, then leaving the event, only to wander around looking for something to do
-Going into two bars which were empty, asking where to go on the Thursday night before Gay Pride (what?)
-Ending up at Stiges, it being empty, and then eventually pointed out by the emcee drag queen that I wasn't Argentine, ending up being the butt of almost every joke of the evening.
-Going home, being yelled at that I didn't lock the door that has no handle/know on the outside.
Sleep.
-Woken up by the intrusive maid, who promptly called the landlord to tell her that we were leaving on Sunday.
-Figuring out that I now have ohsomuch credit on my phone, yet it is still malfunctioning
-Getting on the last inbound Subte before the entire system was shut down on a day-long strike
-Finding the French Embassy (in a classy building)
-Getting my Brazilian visa, and finding out that it is a) multiple entry and b) for 90 days
-Finding out that Delta Airlines only charges you a $250 fee to cancel/change your flight, and YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY THE DIFFERENCE if you choose another date. AKA I for sure have no clue when I will go back to Chicago/ever.
-Being trapped for 40 min. in a hot cab in traffic due to the almost shut-down of the capital due to protests
-Seeing the extremely touristy/desperate La Boca neighborhood
-Getting frustrated with McKenna's desire to walk 30 blocks and taking another cab, this one for almost an hour, to Abasto
-Having the cab driver almost pass off a fake 100 peso bill
-Ending up in a parilla, watching a fight at the "press conference" for the subte strike, with the waitress being belligerent about the food.
-Walking in scorching heat due to the lack of buses, and then finding a shoe store where I promptly bought two pairs
-Wandering around, not finding a hair salon, and then accomplishing it, with new short hair.
-Extreme amounts of sunburn
-Turning around at home, taking a bus for a half hour and getting nowhere, then putting my life in my hands with a psycho cabdriver who ran red lights and almost hit pedestrians
-Arriving at a gallery in San Telmo run by gay Dutch people
-Getting told I had a beautiful voice by a guy who then wanted to have sex with me
-Having more wine, then leaving the event, only to wander around looking for something to do
-Going into two bars which were empty, asking where to go on the Thursday night before Gay Pride (what?)
-Ending up at Stiges, it being empty, and then eventually pointed out by the emcee drag queen that I wasn't Argentine, ending up being the butt of almost every joke of the evening.
-Going home, being yelled at that I didn't lock the door that has no handle/know on the outside.
Sleep.