For my non-Spanish speaking readers, that means a situation where disorder and mess predominates. This word, while not only being my favorite Argentine word, has described my life for the last month. Quite a bit has happened and while normally I would begin a blogpost by trying to figure out how time has passed so quickly, I know exactly where my time has gone; to solving my quilombo. To make this easier for myself, I am going to continue in poorly-ordered, bullet points so if something doesn't interest you dear reader, feel free to skip it.
School:
Classes have finally started, osea they should have started. I am taking Climatology, Argentine Geography, and Health and the Environment. My last class, Introduction to the Problems with Social Communication, is actually a prep class for the major and has no form of final evaluation, which means I can no longer take it... and it is basically too late to start a new class. Have I figured out what I am going to do? Nope. I keep asking people within my program and at the U for help but everyone tells me to talk to someone else. Hopefully, I'll get all of this figured out and not end up with a big fat F on my transcript.
Boys:
Second choice title: how my life turned into a lifetime movie.
This should be a fun topic right? Wrong. To set the stage, I was going out with this boy that I thought was an incredible human; he was in his fourth year of political science at the university, he had a big-boy job, he took care of every person he met. We had a lot of fun together; we would have picnics, go out to dinner, spend hour after hour talking, and genuinely enjoy each others company. Sounds perfect right? Wrong - after all, I am in Argentina and boys are different here. After subsequent weeks of drama, we stopped talking and I was okay with that... until I ran into a mutual friend of ours. Her and I got to talking when we discover that this sweet, innocent, charming boy was dating both of us at the same time (truly the plot of a lifetime movie, am I right?). As Will Smith would say, my life got flip turned upside down.
Now, I am a very strong person, I deserve someone that will give the world to me, and I should just walk away from everything, right? WRONG. Something I do know about myself is that I hate endings and I have problems with closure. I have seen this boy twice since finding out about his little secret and each time has turned into a quilombo of fighting, chriping each other, and leaving more upset than when I arrived.
If there is one more thing that I have learned from this experience (besides never trusting argentine men), it is the delicacy of an exchange. I feel at home in Mendoza, I have built a life here, and I consider myself a mendocina. However, this life is built on very few things: frisbee, biweekly Rotaract meetings, lunches with friends, and the love of my two host-dogs. When you take one part of this away, the entire system begins to shake and you realize how unsteady your life actually is. This, combined with all of the other things going on, has left me in a slump and feeling incredibly isolated.
Buenos Aires:
This is significantly more fun and less painful than its predecessor; I spent four days in Buenos Aires! After failing to plan anything for Easter break, I bought round-trip bus tickets to the Paris of Latin America. I basically spent three and a half days roaming through street markets, in and out of museums, and simply around the streets of Buenos Aires. I wandered through the Recoleta Cementery, I looked for antiques in San Telmo, I ate pho for the first time in nine months, I took too many pictures in la Boca, and I gave myself the mental break I needed.
Another side note on Buenos Aires: it truly is the Paris of Latin America; the streets truly look like they have been transported from a European capital. Culturally, everything seemed to be lived much faster than in Mendoza - no one said buen dia as I entered shops or bothered me trying to sell something as I drank mate in the park. As for their accent? Me muero. I almost died laughing the first day there because they sound so funny. It also made me understand why they call us mediochilenos (half chileans).
Minnesota:
This part is half good, half bad. I bought my plane ticket home! I almost cried doing it but at least I will get to see my family and eat some chipotle sooner rather than late (and no I am not going to tell you which day I am coming home because that would make it too real). On similar lines, Amelia and I got an apartment! Or, we almost have the apartment, we just have to sign the lease and put the deposit down. It is a 2BR a block away from Black Coffee and Waffles and they will allow Amelia's cat. I am beyond excited to live with my best friend. Lastly, I will register for next semesters classes tomorrow, and besides having classes on Friday's, my schedule is looking pretty good. One of my classes is called Supercapitalism and the Economy; aka me.
Radio:
I was on the radio twice in two days, TWICE! The first time for an hour long interview about me (as if my ego needed any more boosting) and the second for a short interview about frisbee. I have included the links below!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5a8hX2u8Xew&feature=youtu.be
https://soundcloud.com/mdzol/josh-amelia-mariana-marcos-de-ultimate
Miscellaneous Good:
Being that three weeks have passed, I have done quite a bit of other things that aren't involved in the mess that is my life. I took a trip to a bodega, participated in a cultural fair, spent a day kayaking, played too much ultimate frisbee, probably went to too many parties, and overall just relaxed into my mendocino life.
Besitos.
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