Yep.. Still, Buenos Aires

This town is bleeding me dry. Ive tried not to spen money but somehow, because I can just put it on visa, it seems like im not spending money, until I look at my balance online and see...if i had to be here for another week I wouldnt be able to afford it. Monday night I didnt do much after Anouk left. I watched the Juror with Demi Moore and Alec Baldwin, and read my book `The Traveller` oooo, it actually has nothing to do with travelling, and its sci-fi which is kinda lame and the cover says that its the `new davinci code` which is another strike against it, but what did you expct for free. On Tuesday I went and took a bike ride tour of the city. It was the historic tour, so I saw a lot of monuments and learned about the city too. ´Buenos Aires´ means good winds and because the Spaniards would sail here to pick up all the goods being sent from SA to Spain, because its a good central location, they named this city Buenos Aires...neat? It lasted around 4 hours and the guide kept asking me if I would go out with him for a drink afterwards,which I was trying to keep putting him off, but then this girl Maria asked if I wanted to go to a jazz club with her, of course I said yes. We went out for dinner first and had champagne? Why not its so cheap? Shes from New York (arent they all) and here for 3 weeks doing research for her PHD. Its so weird to me that I meet these random girls and we go out and basically tell eachother our life stories and talk about guys and life and all our problems, but youve only just met, and youll only know eachother for a few days, or even one day. I find it weird, but kinda nice. Anyways then we went to the jazz club and, Im so not into jazz music, but it was nice to do something different. We met up their with one of Marias friends, a guy from Oxford and, you know what, I actually just realise that I have no idea what his name was. Its kinda funny when I meet these people who havent been here long because Im the girl with all the stories now. He was like, ooh rio, whats that like, and hes doing a group tour through Bolivia and Peru and i was telling him all these things he should do, like a wise old SA expert. And then he was like, oh hows your spanish and i said terrible. But when the waiter came and talked to us he had no idea what was going on and I was understanding everything, he was like, I thought your spanish was terrible? Its kinda a cool feeling.
Since we were all going in opposite directions we all got our own cabs so that was so long to Maria and gool ol` whats his name? Wednesday I had my first...Spanish Lesson? Ill admit that maybe my first one should have been BEFORE I left Canada, but I figue better late than never. This woman, Laura is gonna come to the hostel everyday from now until I leave for a 2 hour lesson, which yes is only 8 hours in total, but at least its something. And Ive been picking it up pretty quick so...who knows what 8 hours could do? Shes cute, shes little and Columbian and my age. She is studying Film at the local university. We had some fun over how dumb I was. She gives me homework though...terrible. I also went for a manicure and a pedicure, it was $12, total. I would get it done once a week at home if it was that cheap. Plus I also started going to the gym. Theres a nice one pretty close to where Im living and you can pay a drop in fee. Its nice having a daily routine, its like I live here, kinda, for four days. After my lesson I went and got another piercing! Yep you read that right. But shhh dont tell my mom k, cuz shell freak out and just tell me how once again Ive `ruined my good looks´. I really like it, and Im not telling where it is, youll just have to see when I get home. The girl at the hostel (who has many peircings herself) told me a good street to go to, and it turns out that she sent me to PUNK CENTRAL. I had to buy the jewlerry at one store and get the piercing in another and god, did it hurt! But I also discovered a clothing designer who I LOVE named ´Agarrete Catalina´ and I bought a few shirts as well. Spent the rest of the night studying.

Thursday I went walking around and took pictures of all the things Ive been walking by withouth taking pictures of so, the main square, the theatre, Casa Rosada (you know, where Evita sang Dont Cry For Me...on the balcony, IF the musical was real life (which Im kinda convinced it was). Speaking of Evita Moments, in the song `Hello Buenos AIres`I thought one of the lines in it was just non-sequiter spanish, but its actually street names from the city, and Ive walked down them all... Rio de la Plata, Florida, Corrientes, Ave 9 de Julio, pretty cool huh Lana...huh? I had another Spanish lesson and we went for a walk around the neighborhood and would point to things and I would have to say what they were and also describe in Spanish what we were doing ´I am crossing the street` ´I am sitting at a table`. Then she made me ask her questions. It was fun. I asked her about living in Columbia, and was it safe? I also remarked that in Canada I am pretty short, but she only comes up to my neck, so she is REALLy short. She said she has a hard time finding clothes that fit. Then, after thinking about it for a while, I decided to take a tango lesson. My reasons for not wanting to do it were two-fold.
1- I dont have a partner
2- Where am I ever going to get to use what Ive learned? Its not like theres a local tango club at home...
But bordom overcame rationality and there I was. My partner was a mixture between the female and male instructor. She asked me where I first learned Tango and I said that this was my first lesson and she couldnt beleive it because apparently I caught on quickly and have no problem following the lead. I told her I did a lot of ballet...Then I went and sat at a cafe to finish my book, only to find out that its the first of FOUR, I cant wait for the next one! Actually, I can, I can wait a very long time.
Ive basically lost all motivation to do anything anymore, Im all sight-seeing-out (now I KNOW thats not a word). I have a basic routine of gym in the morning, spanish in the late afternoon and I basically just walk down a different street during the days. Lunch fills up a lot of time, yay lunch. Because the meals are so big here, lunch tends to be my big meal, so I work it off the rest of the day, and dinner is just like a sandwich or something. People here love eating late, but I dont see the point of eating a big meal and then going to bed? Maybe if I was cool and had friends we would go out after the big dinner and dance it off for the rest of the evening...aww, friends.