Today Audrey and I went to Recoleta to visit the graveyard where the famous Evita is buried. The graveyard is absolutely gigantic and gorgeous; I’ve never seen anything like it. The tombs were huge, and some of the caskets were so close you could almost touch them. We walked around and took a lot of pictures, saw Evita’s grave, and then went back to the Feria Recoleta to buy some souvenirs. After we had seen enough of Recoleta, we took a taxi to another feria in San Telmo. Some lady told us it was small, but when we got there we found out that she was very wrong. This artisan fair was huge!! It was all down one street, with artists selling their work (and souveneires) on both sides, and it went on forever. I grabbed a “pan relleno” (bread filled with ham, and cheese) and we walked for another couple of hours. This feria seemed to be more local, and really cool. By about 630 we were extremely tired of walking and caught the subte back home.
Last night at dinner, a girl who used to stay with our family came over with her mom and brother who were visiting. Our mom served a big meal, with empenadas, flan, a lot of wine, and some kind of tuna rapped in sweet bread. Dinner was so good, and we sat around and talked for hours. Once Audrey and I were able to get away from the table, we got ready and met up with one of her guy friends at an apartment close by. He’s been here for a few months so he’s gotten to know a lot of people, but most of thee people at the apartment were from all around the world. There was one girl from Germany, a few guys from Mexico, a lot of guys from France, and one guy other than her friend from the US. I talked to a guy from Mexico a lot since it was pretty easy to start a conversation because of the whole being from Texas thing, and we talked about the problems in Mexico and what’s happening there. It was so much easier to understand him now that I’ve been trying to understand Argentinians! A little while later, I started to talk to a guy from Paris. We communicated completely in Spanish because I don’t think he knew English, and it was really weird because I never thought I’d have a whole conversation with someone from France, completely in Spanish! It was so cool to see how Spanish completely enabled us to carry on a conversation and there wasn’t really a language barrier. I mentioned to him that I’d been to Paris and that I’d been to the French Open and that I have a friend visiting there right now, and then I found out that he’s played tennis since he was 5 and even played at Bollettieri Tennis Academy for 3 months!! I couldn’t believe it!!
We got back to the house pretty early for Argentina (around 120ish), and my host brother invited me to go out with him and his friends to a local bar. So around 145 we left for the bar, which was absolutely packed. It’s crazy that people were just starting to go out that late! We got a table, ordered some white wine sangria which came with a bowl of really good popcorn. We all just sat there talking and laughing for hours; it was so much fun. They would try to speak English, which was hilarious, and I got to ask them all sorts of questions about my Spanish. It was such a fun and chill night, and we got back to the house around 5am, which is still even early for Argentina (nightlife goes until 7am).
