So I decided I really should keep writing in this. I don't quite remember where I left off and I'm too lazy to read it, so bear with me if I make any repeats.

So I have now been in Argentina for almost two months. It has been the most interesting two months of my life, to say the least. It has been a mix of emotion, both amazing and tearful. I just never thought any experience could be this hard. I was so confident before I came here that I would just fall in love with this city and that would be that. Didn't quite work that way. Within the first few weeks I had just such a flood of emotion. New environment, crazy taxi drivers, new language and so many new faces. It was all a little overwhelming. I felt homesick most days. I still feel homesick somedays, but I'm in Argentina and I'm not planing on wasting my time here wishing I was somewhere else. Funny how that is. You always wish you were somewhere else.

Anyways I don't believe I've told the funny story about the taxi driver. I went to Iguazu falls with my CEA group some weekend in July. We flew back to BA on a Sunday and then I took a taxi home with two other girls. The two girls lived closer to the airport so they were dropped off first. When the taxi driver pulled up to my house, I only had a fifty so I asked him if he had change. We got into some argument about me needing to pay more because I live in the la provencia (outside of the city). I refused to pay more though because I figured he was just trying to take advantage of me. I was very upset and flustered so I got out and the minute of shut the door, the driver sped away. I then quickly remembered that my suitcase was still in his trunk. This was very unfortunate. I filed a denuncia a few days later with Carlos, but nothing has turned up. I am now chacoless and down some more clothes. It's all the experience though right?? Oh Argentina.

A few weeks ago I went up to Salta with some other students from my group. It is an amazing city that is surrounded by mountains. It is a desert area, so It gets pretty cold at night. We stayed in a hip hostal called Los Cardones. Met some amazing people and came close to getting a tattoo from an artist staying there. Some of the girls did, but I chickened out.

We went on a two day tour in this valley, sort of canyon looking place in the area of the seven colored mountains. It was absolutely gorgeous. Cold, but gorgeous. We stayed in a little house with no running water or kitchen. They made us differ over the fire and it was delicious. It was nice seeing how life can truly be simple, yet still just as pleasing. This family lived 8 hours away from the nearest town, on horseback. Truly amazing. And the stars, wow breathtaking.

Other than that I have just started official classes at UB. The first couple of weeks I was just trying out classes and now I sort of have an idea of what I want to take. School here is just so much different, well at least at Belgrano. At UBA (university of buenos aires) I am sure classes are more difficult. Anyways I have classes three days a week and four day weekends. Entirely too much time for me.

Today was el día de los niños (childrens day), so there was a little carnival in the park near my house. I went on a run around dusk today by the river. I started my run with my ipod on like usual, but today I decided to turn it off and just take in the noise around me. Children laughing, people playing guitars. There were so many people sitting in the park drinking mate, relaxing and enjoying life. The culture here is so rich and I find myself falling more in love with it everyday. It just makes me realize how much extra worrying I do. If everyone just focussed more on the present and not on tomorrow, I feel like we could all be a little bit happier. I understand the need of sometimes knowing what tomorrow will bring, but we simply never really know. Why not just sit back and drink mate? And meet with the people most important to you.

With that being said I am going to start my new book and go to bed.