Primero Dias

There is a certain smell about Argentina I can’t describe it but it is very comforting. Things are simplistic here a sort of lifestyle that appears to become lost in America. I live in a little barrio it takes me a half hour by bus to get to the center of the city. At night the city lights illuminate the south side of the city and sweet Spanish music rings in the air. Today loud cheering passed by the window, my brother Pablo explained that it was a group of people on their way to the soccer game. My room is modest and cozy prior to my arrival it held the TV (even though I have never seen the TV been turned on since I have been here). There is a small bed, a chair, and a little bedside table. In the living room orange leather couches line the wall and mom places her previous student’s artwork on the wall. There are three other rooms the green one for mom and dad, the blue Pablo and Luciano share, and Tomas’ is purple. The sun is casting light as it begins to fall behind the sky rise of buildings. Cold winds blow into the pampas from the south and the ground is baron as it is winter. Today lunch took place at three in the afternoon it consisted of chicken, potatoes, and a salad covered with lemon. Pablo tried to explain to me that is was beater for the longest time which I eventually realized he meant bitter. Within the first few hours of being here I managed to break the sink and a bottle of wine, now my host brothers always give me trouble. I have started to acquire a taste for tea but it is pretty hard not to it’s a part of every meal. The second day we had an asado (BBQ) with the whole family. I ate some sort of meat that was soaked in blood I’m glad I’m not longer a vegetarian. The asado was a fairly big ordeal with tea and ice cream they love to sit and talk here. ¡Chao!