A Small Adventure
I spent today at a water park called Parque Norte with a few thousand people with much more melanin in their skin than me. Even after aggressive reapplications of sun screen throughout the day, I sit in my room tonight with an unhappy epidermis.
I spent Christmas at my house, skyping friends and family and studying Spanish. I was present with the VanDevere's at Gramma's house for Christmas Day gift opening. I spent New Year's Eve also at my house, joining my roommates and Alana in a festive four course meal of Argentine food. Course one: nuts, preserved meat, home made cheese from Corrientes, deviled eggs and dates. Second course: salad of lettuce, tomatoes, carrots, and boiled eggs with bread and more cheese. Third: cold potato salad with peas, other vegetables, and no sauce, along with chicken breast stuffed with cheese and herbs, and preserved meat rolled into tubes with cheese, herbs, boiled eggs and veggies sliced into patties. For dessert: fruit bread and more nuts and dried fruit. Hard cider and beer was served through out. After dinner, we watched fireworks from my balcony.
I still spend most of my time studying Spanish, exploring Buenos Aires, and reading (in English, On the Road right now). My language skills still are thoroughly lacking, but the friends I braved the water park with speak very little English. Experiencing a new verbal conceptual system unfold and unlock, slowly but implacably, is humbling and powerful.