Sick and Tired Again

Keeping life updated on this blog thing is harder than I thought it would be. And right no life seems kind of hard to compartmentalize, but in terms of South American adventures…
Last weekend I went to Buenos Aires kind of on my own. And by tthat I mean, I went by myself, stayed by myself and in general tried to avoid the 15 other Stanford students there. But in a city as large as Buenos Aires with only 3 days, that’s not really hard to do. However, as soon as I got off the plane, I got sick. And I mean the WHA-BAMN type of sick where you don’t really feel like doing anything except lying there watching reruns of Alias and CSI, over and over and over…But because I’m me, and in Buenos Aires, and the hostel beds were more like pieces of felt laid over wooden boards, I decided to go out and explore a little more. I was staying in the yuppies-ville of Buenos Aires this time. They had told me that it was hip, but everyone was just trying a little to hard it seemed like. Luckily for me, there was lots of good food around, so I ate a lot. I also heard some interesting version of Argentinean jazz, but then again, whose goes to Argentina to see jazz. Spent sometime wandering, sometime shopping, watched an American movie, spent a night trying to go out with the Stanford kids, and that pretty much sums it up, except there was more beautiful architecture involved and some great people met. Oh I also saw some art, because that is what I do. However, throughout most of this my brain was swimming in a pool of mucus so everything is a little fuzzy.
When I got home, I had class, but decided not to go and spent the majority of the next two days trying to get in touch with every single family member and chat for a short period of time. Sometimes it’s hard to get all sides of the stories. People are so selective with what they tell you. Really, what’s up with that?
Oh, I also got to go to a party with my host family, which rocked. It’s nice because all the kids and all the parents were there and I just got to kind of space out and listen, which was really all I could contribute because they talk really really fast. And then last night, my host dad and I made plans to go teach at his interpreter school, which will be fun and strange. He also offered me a place to stay if I ever decide to come back and study in Chile, “of course, after you finish university and then, Boston,” which is incentive enough to come back to Santiago for another stretch of an unbelievably long time period.
Okay, yay for rambling, glad I got the vague update done. Maybe next week it will be better.