Somehow I managed to find myself on the elementary/intermediate borderline despite my complete lack of hispanic influence for the last 5 years after the entry test. Slight sinking feeling initially at the task of writing about my preferred musical genre without any solid knowledge (largely i think in French and add on the perceived ´spanish´ endings) of the language. However, dare I say it, I`m not all that hideously bad (or maybe Juan´s just being extra nice)!
Slight issues with accomodation, after finishing up the Geckos tour (annoyingly situated 2 convient blocks from the language school) and waving goodbye to the boys, who at 2pm were passed out in the hotel lobby since the club had only closed at 7am and they obviously had a rather more generous drinks budget than mine judging by the colour of their faces, i soldiered on to meet my homestay family.
CORRECTION: OAP Dora, her dead cat Clive (currently being cremated after a day in the freezer... yum!) and what purported to be a mutilated chicken somewhere in the midst. Not quite the nice little family I had been imagining......... anyway I had a nice supper and ran off to the internet cafe for refuge before passing out to bridget jones on the TV (needed to drown out the sound of av. Cordoba running below the window).
Fortunately, looks like I`m now being sorted out with a homestay where there`s another student staying too as somewhere in the STA-Real Gap-Expanish chain the communication I`d like to live with other students/people of a similiar age/disposition there was an irreprable fracture. I might miss the free meals a little though - good steak last night!
I`ve toured around Recoleta and walked amongst the dead great and good before waltzing back down Av. Alvear past grandiose appartments and luxury stores. Found an old classmate (we don`t actually remember eachother...) and slept under the shade of the Obelisk in Plaza De La Republica. Hopefully we`ll get up to Tigre & San Isidro on a bike tour tomorrow and we`re booking skydiving for the weekend (the boys postponed from thurs as they cited the lack of 72 hours notice to get intoxicated enough not to comprehend thier impending doom as an issue)!
With any luck my hand will have healed up enough to play some tennis and polo which is cheap through the language school next week and expecting more friends tomorrow. All in all I can confirm that I`m being sucked into the black hole that is Buenos Aires!
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