Finalmente, estoy aqui!!!

I am here!  Finally!  It took about 24 more hours than expected, but I'm here.  Right now, I'm sitting in an Italian cafe, waiting on some pasta served with salsa.  I think salsa just means sauce, so I'm hoping I won't get anything too funky.  So far (and that means within one day), everything seems pretty "back-homish" here.  There are the same advertisements for the new X-Men movie and the new Terminator movie.  The musical artists are different, but that's to be expected.  I've also seen more Burger Kings and McDonald's that 

I did in New York.  I absolutely refuse to go to a Burger King or McDonald's while I'm in Argentina.  

I was so tired last night, I didn't even hardly try to speak Spanish to my host family.  I did a little, and they said I would sound like a local in a couple of weeks.  I told them to speak Spanish around me and to me, but I would nod yes or no if I understood it.  Good news though, this morning at breakfast the mother and daughter (who speak so fast I wouldn't understand it if it were in English) were speaking and I began picking up on it a little.  Maybe a couple of words per sentence opposed to one every couple of sentences.  A couple more words per sentence means I at least understand the topic/main word of sentence, which was better than last night.  I think once I get caught up on my sleep, I will begin to absorb more by osmosis, hopefully rekindling all of those lessons from high school and college. 

For now I have two missions: buy an electric beard trimmer (because I left mine in the States) and a part to connect my computer to their electric plugs.  It sucks because no one knows the word for it in English or Spanish, so I'm just lugging my computer around to electronics stores and in broken spanish pointing to my computer cord and to their electric plugs.  

Well, I just got my pasta, and its a local take on alfredo sauce with pasta.  Wow, they can cook.  I got a very nice pasta dish with fresh grated parmesan cheese and assorted breads for 6 dollars.  And that's the Sunday price, which is more expensive than other days because most restaurants and shops are closed today.

I also found out why people are saying that Argentina is a haven for the global recession: they make everything here.  Now, most of the industries are subsidized in some way or another by government money, but I haven't seen any import besides personal hygiene products and entertainment.  

I'm gonna back-fill posts for my travel days.  I kept a journal of sorts, but I didn't have internet access (free, that is) in Toronto or any airports.  The next few posts will be anachronistic, but interesting nonetheless.

Ciao!

Three Days...

The time is drawing near.  Slowly but surely, the "To Do" list is shrinking, until "Board Plane" will be the only one left.  The biggest hurdle, moving out of my apartment, was crossed yesterday, thanks to my mom and her friend.  It was a lot to do, but now it is done.  I am now left for two days in my old apartment with nothing but a couple of lamps, a tv, my computer and clothes.  This almost seems to be a good test in modern minimalist survival, since I will only bring my clothes and computer with me to BsAs.  

I applied for another job today.  This one is with an American travel company with an office in BsAs.  They specialize in Latin American packages: Peru, Chile, Bolivia, all of Argentina, Antarctica (of which a portion is claimed by Argentina - yes, they are that far south in some regions of the country).  I hope my email convinced them to at least give me a sit-down interview, since most of the travel industry relies on personal communication in some form or another.  And if any of you out there know either me or my mother, you know that I can talk to anyone, anywhere, about anything - and feel relatively comfortable about all of it.  Add to that mix my father's vast professional sales experience, which also requires face-to-face charisma, professionalism and expertise, I feel I have a grab-bag of genetic potential in that industry.

I also decided on a new personal goal of mine today.  I really adopted the goal of one of my best friends, but he won't mind.  He knows who he is if he's reading this.  The goal is to visit every continent on the globe.  My friend's personal goal it to reach that point by the time he's 30, but I'm going to be flexible on that particular point.  Thirty years old isn't as far away as it used to be, and living your life can get in the way of lofty cultural goals, so 30 isn't a necessity for me.  I am currently standing at 2/7 continents, and since I visited Brazil last (northern hemisphere) summer, I won't be adding any that list this week.  However, I will be adding Canada to my country list.  My flight from America to Argentina goes through Toronto, though I won't have time to buy maple syrup or catch a hockey game - its just an hour layover.  I've heard Toronto is a beautiful city, I just hope it is beautiful from the air at midnight.

Looks like I'm clearing out of the States in time to miss most of the Swine Flu panic.  I have mixed feelings about the name of this flu as a Razorback fan.  However, I heard an interesting statistic this morning on the news: 36,000 people die every year of regular flu.  I'm not sure if that includes figures from around the world or just the US, but only 800 died worldwide from SARS (remember that?) in 2003 and only a few dozen have died from this Swine Flu in Mexico.  

I'm still more excited than nervous about the trip.  Sometimes I realize what I'm doing and it almost becomes new again, with a crescendo of exhilaration.