Things change. Some do not, unfortunately. My English for example. I am stuck right now. The little bit of what I'm going on it until now but even faster on the lips, and it is sufficient to overcome the complications of everyday life, for nice conversation, small talk more complicated orders, and above all to study it is insufficient.
I would have long since learn daily student Vokablen long, only the motivation is limited. With difficulty is that, and the forgetting curve is fairly steep downhill.
The plans with the school were my hand down on ice, after Robert has been reported (the yes it has started earlier) that the whole is not very effective. For the time being. The plan was then changed and we have now again one week left to continue to burnish our English on your own. Next week, we go really wrong with professional training. We'll see. The travel arrangements for my parents to lag still there - what has to change.
first time there was an incredible theater with Aerolineas Argentinas - which ended
so that I had to pay double the price for the tickets to Patagonia, because I am European. However, I can now have 3 tickets in the deep south of Argentina to call my own. This I had, however, first had to grapple with their complex online reservation system and then get on it that I can not pay anyway, because only Visa is accepted. A license issued in ARGENTINA Visa Card!
So I had to go to the official retail outlet to pick up my tickets. Off to Downtown / Micro Centro. Again it. Tearing along, take a deep breath and get into the inner-city turmoil, to where the compacted urban life into a constant stream of people.
houses the tremendous sales of items of Aerolineas more than 20 switches, each behind a smart, good looking, a bit of English-speaking staff members of the Airline - Only sat behind a one fossil snail, with too weak reading glasses, zusammgepressten lips and soft voice. I got it. Of course.
After an eternity, in which she had nearly broken my passport, they told me that I should pay more because I'm apparently not Argentinian (surprise, surprise).
Then, it considered an archaeologist like giving my credit card. Master Card. You probably thought you could eat it - but after she had accepted that this was not "allowed" I have to pay AT LAST. After an eternity in the weak air-conditioned HQs of Aerolineas I finally had my tickets.
financial
After this discrimination was clear that flying is expensive, we take the bus. Off to the subway, after Retiro, the bus terminal. A bazaar same line the long-distance bus suppliers sales offices together. Without Rumfackeln rattles down the lady behind the switch from FlechaBUS the schedule and inquired about the cost of the trip. I want to cower in the face almost as much zag Zacks. Within minutes, my resolute seller turns so 3 deluxe bus tickets to Salta - the price of one ticket. How it can go.
for 3 days on the beach in PINMAR are 2 days later, the same program. Problem here: it seems quite a pilgrimage to Buenos Aires to the sea. It is almost impossible to get a hotel. These issues form yet. I hope this will change soon ;-)
changes in the WG, not much. It is only finally have a little more attention to cleanliness, according to the ausaufernden barbarities in the kitchen last week. Currently I'm also a little concerned about withdrawal. My English makes all the calls so difficult and I get headaches from the constant BlaBla I only partly understood. A first low inevitably follows.
Even my eating habits change slowly. More meat and Dulce de Leche (The Argentine caramel cream, and there is nothing sweet, this is NOT filled with Dulce de Leche,
is coated, flavored or mixed) with the meal I'm still too. . Fight My last Argentine Takeaway - 6 clock in the morning after the legendary services Daily drum'n'bass night in Bahrain (again) - was a struggle. The käftig, hearty and tasty menu "Criolla" - that turned out to appear as if twice as extensive as on the poster - to eat, was like trying to 9th Avenue de Julio to cross at green: even at the half you do not know anymore if you make it to the end. A mountain of Beef meat with lettuce, tomato and mayo topped protrusions formed in a French baguette, served with fries and Pepsi.
The Dulce de Leche-sweets (cakes, bags, snails, crescents, etc.) are about to end - every Estimated 1.5 to 2 million calories. But to die for good - exist in each corner and in the countless Confiterias Panaderías.
Also, I'm changing seats of coffee on Mate. Mate is a cult. Everyone is drunk -
the caffeine-and mineral-rich wonder tea, and in vast quantities. I am now. coffee was yesterday. At least since the failed attempt in a café cortado Tortoni take - like the mega clubs you have been here forever at the door to queue to get in, the oldest and most famous café in Argentina, but what queue? To drink coffee from countless American tourists and backpackers?
I prefer my cooking Mate at home, while next door rattles the gigantic 50's sewing machine, the mother of my landlord. This charming, older, slightly gruftige Porteno lady visited us (actually her sewing machine which is based here) periodically for tablecloths, cushion covers and the like to sew, while a cigarette after another on their cigarette holder inserted and along the way Mexican telenovelas still pursued. My mobility is limited in the city where still at subway, taxi and muscle strength.
After many attempts I've finally managed to the legendary Guia T "- OF bus map for Buenos Aires -. Get to the part had come in all newsagents - these are the street stalls that offer is limited primarily to soft core and lifestyle (so much for the" machismo "- everyone should have once seen as the entire male passenger crowd on the subway platforms of the subtests stops in order to stare at the screens of Subte TV lolling Bikini Models ;-).
A look at the legendary printer and I know that bus travel is still no alternative . - not Busnetzt This is completely irrational - the Guia T tried desperately this mess sorted list, so far as to over 180 pages! no changes in this area ... perhaps more than that I am a little more cautious when it comes to walking around at night. After my last night march through San Telmo I realized that one here not too frivolous may be
. The stories have told me some foreigners working here call me back to my mind that I'm here but just in South America ... 'm also not much else. I put a little set in my spare time. I almost envy my colleagues abroad a little to their university life, which makes their precious time and enables numerous social contacts with locals and foreigners all by itself. Is dependent until March so far.
by visiting the Japanese Garden and the MALBA (small but fine museum of modern art), a few beers with Robert in an oblique Las Vegas bar in Palermo Viejo, Sushi in Puerto Madero and a few nocturnal taxi rides through the lights of Buenos Aires apart, There Were no notable activities - and in view of a lush art and culture program. Shameful. Was probably the obligatory sagging after the initial euphoria.
After 2 weeks in Buenos Aires it's time for change. Less shopping, more content, less going out, more languages.
on in the fight!
