I woke up this morning feeling good. Was it the fact that I only finished 3/4 bottle of my Quilmes with my adequate chinese food? We have it hard here finding food other than steak, steak sandwiches, milanese, milanese completa, chorizo, choripan, empanadas, medialunas, followed by anything filled with dulce de leche and all washed down with wine or champagne. I know that’s not really hard but come on.
(WordPress is lame for placing photos – have i mentioned that lately?)
I realized I had not written to my faithful 4 followers for months. Porque? you or I say.
Was it trying to find cash here? I have had mornings of going to 6 banks and 13 cash machines just to get the 400 (88u$) pesos. Forget about getting out more than $2,000 pesos (442.00 US) you are not allowed. Nor are you allowed to exchange pesos for US dollars even if rent is expected in US dollars. Nor are you allowed to travel abroad and withdraw the local currency unless you file papers with AR tax department and explain why you need local currency. Yes you read that right.
Happy tangent to the cash issues? I love being able to jaywalk anywhere/time/how, putting garbage down anywhere you like, oddly named consumer goods, being late for everything and blaming it on transportation, weekly strikes (which cause cash machines not to have cash), and businesses closed regardless of posted open hours saying otherwise. They are probably late b/c of some strike. There strikes are world-famous it seems.
Back on subject, sort of, another reason for feeling happy, my new optimistic saying for living in BA, below every feces pile there is clear pavement. Honestly, Porteños tell me it is good luck to step in dog poo. That being the case we are neck-deep in good luck down here. 4/5, 2/17, 3/5, 1/1, 6/10, 3/3, 6/10, 2/2, 0/1, 2/3, 1/4, 0/1, 1/1, 1/3, 1/2, 0/1 (4 big smears though), 0/1, 0/4, 1/2, 0/3, 0/0(!!!), 0/2 keno numbers you suppose?
No, this is the result of my block by block observation during a walkout of actual piles of dog poo on the ground. I continue to speculate at the amount of poo on the ground in this city and decided to count them on a walk to the bookstore the other day. The first number represents poo in a walkers direct path and the second number represents total poo on that block. I did not count long smears or wash out poo from the morning water wasters (more on them in another post).
Oddly enough I am now used to the poo. In fact, I find a strange happiness in the creative ones. If I ever saw one in a tree it would not surprise me. I had no idea it was like this in Paris.
My main question for you is what can I do to write more blogs? If only blog writing were like opening wines bottles or mixing “house sangria” (2 parts wine, 1 part gin, squeeze of citrus all over ice and stirred).
Back to excuses. I have another one for not writing. Following 10 years of procrastination, realizing my VCR and analog clock repair careers were going no where, I have gone back to school. That is right, the drawings I kept sending into the art school were finally accepted. I am now a bobcat.
Too much for now. Tune in next time to find my new path, Zoe’s good news, what Van is riding, his new local joy, what Kimberly is planning, trips to Lujan, Tigre and Uruguay.
ciao for now.