today was the official first day of spanish lessons, which proved to be quite difficult considering the sleep which I had last night. I had taken a nonchalant approach even considering the existence of jet-lag during the day, and probably riding on the high of being in a totally different country I was going a hundred percent all day. Caught a bus straight out to the San Telmo markets, saw some really cool stuff there. It was basically about 2 kilometres of a single pedestrian street of side vendors. It looked like you didnt need to pay or even have a permit, you sort of just set up your tarp or table and get cracking with whatever goods you've got. What you've got can vary alot. For some reason it appeared that the portenos have some sort of expired western pop-culture obsession. With half of the stuff for sale being different manifestations of bob marley, elvis presley, the beatles or what looked to me like an american president from the 60's. Some of the stuff was genuinely cool though, handmade pipes, handmade leatherbound diaries, mate cups etc. Bought some lunch there too, some sausages and bread think it was $10 and $4 for a coke. After getting back I went for a shop in the local supermercado, bought some essentials; bread (bimbo grande), milk (completely sealed tetra pack with no opening), yoghurt (sold in plastic bags), 5 peso litre-longnecks, and some beautiful schnitties i had cleverly spotted in the freezer section. Got home and kicked on, drinking a litre of beer, and playing s***head (cards) with the boys. I then decided to cook up my schnitties... This action made me kind of unlike by everyone. I didnt have any oil, so i used a mixture of the oil left in the pan from the last people and some beer Gus had left in his bottle. This oil was going strong and i was looking forward to a good schnit. They were fish schnitzels. They were s***. And i tried to get the awful smelling demon schnits out before they stunk out the place, but they were too powerful. I copped a couple of oil burns wich was no good. Then cooked eggs and toast and sulked cause i was hungry. i went to bed at 830pm, set an alarm for 9am the next day. Woke up and saw that my clock said 9, threw myslef out of the top bunk to the bathroom to get ready, bumped into some girls, said something incoherent to them and was too tired, thought i could get a couple of extra hours in before my 11am spanish class next door. woke up at 11 and freaked. it was 11pm, great. went to sleep straight after, got up at 7. went for a shop and chill, then spanish! later.