getting here

Okay, so I am here and basically moved into my apartment in Recoleta. But for all practical purposes, I am taking over the room of a guy who is vacationing in Spain – Esteban. So essentially, it would be similar to if someone were to move in to my room at my parents' house right now: clothes in the closet, framed photos on the bookshelves, books in English, Spanish, and Italian (okay, so the guy has one-upped me on that one; I don't speak Italian -- yet.) I've managed to put a few things on the shelf, but I don't feel comfortable moving around Esteban's personal items and/or snooping through his stuff. An example of my decorating is shown at left.

So for now I think I might be living out of my suitcase for three weeks; which is okay, I've done it for longer.

a view from the apartment

The weather is beautiful here. Kind of cloudy and definitely cooler than the last time I was here. We have the windows open and the breeze nearly blew the curtain halfway across the room. Upon arrival from EZE to the apartment (via Radio Taxi and a very polite cab driver who said my castellano was pretty good) I joined Ben (my roommate) and his brother Jeff, possibly spelled Geoff, (who is in town for OU's spring break, but leaves tonight) for coffee at Josephina's Café. It's a cute little place down the street with green awnings, slow service, and delicious café con leche. The boys ate some breakfast but I really wasn't hungry yet (even though I slept through breakfast on the plane)

The flight wasn't bad. Everything had been delayed, and in Houston they opened up a free snack bar for all the people waiting for our 11-hour flight to board. I felt like I was thirteen, but the Twix bar did kind of make a difference. So after that and a dinner with a random guy (Greg) from Austin in the Houston Terminal E food court (pick up line: "Is the Starbuck's here any good?" I credit the yellow coat. Nice guy.), I got on the place, watched Enchanted (my other options were Evening and Becoming Jane, both of which I had seen in the theatre), took a sleeping pill and fell asleep. Possibly somewhat comfortably, but definitely for a while.

Things are slow here, I think because of Holy Week. I talked to (my cousin) Annemarie on the phone today (I hadn't realized I had never heard her voice before – it is so sweet and bubbly and Southern) and she mentioned that Damian's mom can no longer have the asado (Argentine barbeque in the countryside) tomorrow but maybe we can have it some other time. This frees me up for church in San Telmo for Easter, assuming I can figure out its schedule.

That pretty much gets you all up to speed. Ben and his brother are off doing... something... somewhere... I didn't really pay attention, but I have his cell phone number. I wanted some time to settle in, but there's not much to settle or room to unpack, so a lot of my clothes will remain folded. Oh well, this is not a fashion shoot vacation.

Might go for a run later, just to explore. Need to buy groceries soon. And meet Annemarie & Damian.

love&miss/un beso y chau,
meg