Northern Journey

The following are some photographs I took up north.....

Compeneros

I know I need to write about my journey up north, but I don’t have the motivation right now. I’d rather write you about my classmates. This year I changed classes; I wanted to study in the social studies sector of the school. It offered a class about history of the Argentine culture witch I knew I would only have the opportunity to study here. My new classmates are truly amazing! Last year my class was very divided within the group, and sort of cold. I still have my friends from the old class but each morning I can’t wait to go to school just to see my new compeñeros (classmates). We drink mate in each class; often between classes we the play the acoustic guitar and all sing a long. The Beatles always seem to be a hit, after all who doesn’t know we all live in a yellow submarine or here comes the sun. After school we get together at each others houses to have mate and criollos (a type of bread). They are all very unique, outgoing, and always
manage to bring a smile to my face. Gonzo the talented musician, reins over everyone with his height, he constantly loves to say random phrases in English; often vulgar that he learns from television. Juaco whose head is made up of dreadlocks is a talented artist even though he tries to hide it. Today I was feeling a little down and he came into the class shouting Baruk Baruk (Brooke) chocolate or vanilla he had bought to candy bars one for each of us. Juli is a an amazing dancer it reads as she walks. Fran is quite, an intellectual; he is going off to Germany next year to study. Ema, plays tennis he also offers great hugs. ¿Hey Che donde esta el mate? (hey where’s the mate?) That would be Javier who is always keeping track of who gets the next mate. I could talk for hours about the 30 of us and our adventures; but I’m sure I will bore you to death. For now I’m enjoying the little time we have together; and dreading the moment I will have to say
goodbye.

Birthday wishes...

This was a birthday wish from a firend that brought a smile to my face...
Being with you is a lot of fun
and now your age has got plus one
your hair is long, your dance is bad
but its ok; don't be sad
because Argentina is where you are
Riding free in a two stroy car
and thats ptreey good for a birthday, you know
so turn 17, you Denver- born hoe!

Friends Note

Sorry to everyone, for some reason I no longer can place photos on my blog. The option has somehow vanished when I click on "New Post". But any hew that doesn’t stop me completely from updating you on my adventures.
I recently returned from the North of Argentina with a group of exchange students. We traveled up through Mendoza, Salta, Juyjuy, La Rioja, Missiones, ect. I will add another post about our journey; but for the moment I would like to quote a passage a friend wrote in my travel journey. Dylan is a pretty cool kid; 18 and a young living hippy from Austin Texas. I know right, hippies exist in Texas?! That was my first impression. I’m pretty sure that is almost an oxymoron. Every moment with Dylan is sure to be an adventure; whether it be climbing mountains in the most southern city in the world to make a bonfire in the snow, or listening to his personal jam sessions on the acoustic guitar of old blues artist, or attempting to bring a little home to Argentina by making spicy chili and refried beans in a cabin Calafate. I have enjoyed our friendship over the year and like to share with you someone else’s outlook upon my year. ..
“So here is my response to your stimulating request that I write a sarcastic overview of our trip. Really the gift in that is just that ability to see truth exactly where you want to see it, and recognition is subjective to the point that just because because you think didn’t happen, doesn’t mean that it didn’t. You live your life that dies, and as I see it dead people don’t have to answer for stretching conventional reality a bit. So why not see the world as you think it looks best, not as they say it looks. The mountains, tree, lakes, people, and every little world within them are open to your own little mental manipulation so paint them any color you want because the moon looks a hella lot cooler in pink. That was a little bit of surrealist approach to the challenge, but is sort of rocks I think. If you really want to remember what we saw in our travels, then I’ll just say it was like mountains and water and shit. We really aren’t going that far away from each other in our grand trip back home, less now that this year has put distance into perspective. Bearing in mind that we live in the world, not just in the US, the distance in between us won’t be a good quarter of the country but just a short little leap in the globe, so I hope you will come visit me one day; and I’ll surely let you know if I ever find myself up in your parts.”