It took me nearly four months, but I finally found the Argentine equivalent of Revolutions. La Casa del Arbol (The Treehouse) is a little venue that hosts all kinds of artsy events--live bands, poetry, movies, workshops, and artists. Two weeks ago I went with a few friends for an evening of music. There was a Beatles tribute band (whose English was SO close--it was extremely endearing), and a phenomenal group of girls with a folksy vibe and excellent four-part harmonies. They did an acoustic rendition of Pumped Up Kicks, sang in Spanish to the flippy-cup-beat-thing, and my heart completely melted and pooled around my ankles when they started singing "Kiss the Girl" from Little Mermaid--in Spanish, harmony filled, and with an excellent cajón beat. (I was in such admiration that I even refrained from providing the accompanying seagull "wah WAH wahhhhh" that the song demands)
I went back Sunday night for poetry night. I've been looking for a slam poetry venue since I got here and finally got to see some in action! Let me tell you--poetry is beautiful in any situation, but poetry in Spanish is just something else. After the poets they had "open stage" and a band formed to play any songs they could think of... which turned out to be ones from the likes of Stevie Wonder, Nirvana, The Beatles, and Sublime. Good people, great music, fantastic atmosphere. I'm kicking myself to have only discovered this place a few weeks before leaving! I plan on making the most of it though--tomorrow Sydney and I are going to a percussion workshop :]
I took my first real Argentine final (the other two were from the program for foreigners)! Let me tell you. The process itself was hilarious. I'm using the word hilarious because there comes a point where you can't get any more frustrated or confused, all you can do is laugh at the madness of the situation. An hour before the final I didn't know when the test started, where it was going to be, whether it was oral or written, or even really what it covered. The level of disorganization is baffling, but even more amazing is how it doesn't seem to concern anyone but the American students... I guess mass chaos is just the norm here. The test finally happened (it was oral--one on one with the professor), and I ended up receiving a 10 out of 10. That transfers to a 10 for the semester, which also confuses me, because I distinctly remember getting a 6 (that's a B- here, not a D!) on the midterm so... I don't see the math in there but I'm definitely not complaining! So A+ for International Marketing with locals! Considering I was struggling just to understand the prof at the beginning of the semester, I'm pretty proud of that. :]
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| The "medium" pitcher of sangria that was not medium, and mmm chocolate mousse |
Guys. Tomorrow is the Fourth of July. I LOVE the Fourth of July. I'm not quite sure how to celebrate it in not-America, but I sure plan on finding out. I just learned how to say "sparklers" in Spanish though so I already have that going for me.
We're also going to the Bolivian consolate to get visas because heyyy our trip is coming up soon!
You know those days when you're walking outside and the sky looks especially blue and you've got your favorite song playing in your headphones and it just seems like everything in the world is going right?
Yeah. I'm having one of those semesters.
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Oh and PS: Sydney made a short video of our piercing day, and check it outtt I figured out how to embed youtube videos so here it is :]
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