So this is now my fifth day in Argentina and my third day with my familia de San Juan. As some may be aware, San Juan is a rather large city (four hundred thousand people) however, when reaching the ¨centro¨ (city´s center) is looks just like a big market, really REALLY big market, but just the same it doesn´t have the characteristics that one would expect from a town of this size. It has the people, but no infrastructure what so ever. I do like it here though. The weather is very easy to get used to, between 70-90 degrees every day. (yay!) And so is the diet. We eat a very small breakfast (tear tear... ha ha) a GIGANTIC lunch at about two, but then everyone (EVERY one) takes a four hour nap, which is absolutely fantastic. The down fall is we eat dinner at about ten thirty or eleven at night. So in order to wake up to go to school, which for some reason begins at seven fifteen (grrr...) I must go to bed almost directly after dinner. And if your mothers haven´t told you this yet it is very bad for your digestion to go to bed right after you eat! So combined with my poor ¨digestion habits¨ and lack of any real exercise I have become quite lazy ha ha...
BESOS!
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Wow I didn't know San Jaun was that big. A little different than Red Lodge. Michelle and I hope that everything is going great! Enjoy this trip of a lifetime.
ReplyDeleteahh!!! wow tarra. im so happy for you. besos right back. you should write more about daily life? how was your afs camp?
ReplyDeleteYou sound like the laziest person I know, wow a 4 hour nap...I wish. I hope your family is treating you well and you aren't giving them too hard of a time as well. Keep writing I love to hear the stories
ReplyDeleteHeeeeeelp, I'm trying to blog for the first time. I'm a first time blogger and don't know where I am. Heeeelp
ReplyDeleteWowww Marc, you don't know where you are? Way until someone convinces you to start a Facebook-account ... it's a deluge ...
ReplyDeleteTarra, in Spain it's exactly the same. On meetings I've gone frequently hungry, restaurants don't even open until 10pm or so. Portugal is so much nicer, the same peninsula but a different world.
ReplyDeleteOrdering also has been funny, one time I got a pigs brain covered in beans. It was ... an experience. Another time I couldn't get around ordering with my 4 languages (in most of Spain they speak just Spanish and for the rest "tough luck to you") so this female waitress started impersonating a bird flapping its wings and clucking like a chicken ... this is how I learned what "polo" means.
Edward