week one

Buenos Aires has been a kick start.
My hostel is awesome! I got there all sweaty and cramped after I walked all Defensa street with my backpack on, realizing how much too much stuff i had. for a whole hour i've been really lonely, till Fabrice took me out for coffee. already at the cafe i realized i'm going to be very misserable staying vegetarian at this place, because even in the coffee shop all the quisches and sandwitches were with ham... it took me 2 days till my first cow, forbid me God... dont be so happy though, i'm going to be as strict as ever coming back home!
After the coffe with Fabrice I met Kwinton. Kwinton is from belgium. He's working on his theses in architecture here. His first choise was to go to Beirut, so he's very upset with Israel because we've interfered with his plans. he's very tall and disgustingly skinny, couldn't be sexier. he has chineese eyes, and he said i'm a very attentive girl to notice that, which is apparently not so true since i've been relentlessley flirting with him for 2 days until i found out he was gay. probably for the best. cause let me tell u, sometimes u'd rather have a good clubbing buddy than a bad fuck buddy when u'r staying in a hostel. going to test it tonight (the clubbing). maybe i'll be his maayan *wink wink*
Osa is from Sweden. She has blue eyes, blond hair, volunteered in a kibutz, went to Sant-Petersburg to study russian, traveled to Syria, vegetarian, med-student in Norway, thinks that somali refugees are good for scandinavia because they pick their strawberries and scandinavia is good for them because they deserve to have a nice life. her norwegian boyfriend is quite exhausting in his rightiousness and political correctness. after talking to this people u feel like going out to a super poshy meat restaurant kicking some homeless guy on the way. but they're cute, these wickings.
Susan is from Australia. she's one of those travelers who decide that since flight tickets are so expensive u might as well travel all around the world. why not really. so u pick random countries on the globe and u just go. Argentina-Brazil-UK-Croatia-Japan-Thailand... intense? they can't stay in a place more than a week anyway. but she's lovely, even that she snores.
The french family travels with its kids all around the continent for a whole year. their teenage girl practices the flute all day in the hostel and blocks the bathroom in the morning. how abnoxious.
The receptionists are being as darling as ever. it's a lot of fun provocating political sciense students asking them for their opinions on the lebanon war, watching them first being really cautious, not believing i've actually asked that, then being really expressive in their poor spanich-english, and then blushing and becoming apologetic. what can i say in return? do i really have an opinion? yes, in my opinion discussing the crime in san paolo is much more interesting.

quite some characters.

and me? i'm excited. still hard to switch to this different pace of living. sometimes i envy Kwinton that he knows what's he's going to do with his day when he wakes up in the morning. with all the breakfast chattering i dont start my day before 13:00. still can't decide wether i should go skiing or not. its the end of the season and snow is melting every day. but to actually pull out a whole ski vacation seems so tiring for me now, would be totaly disruptive to the natural flow of events. also i'm quite reluctant to leave the sunny Buenos Aires for the sake of being cold and wet somewhere up in the mountains. maybe in a week. i've got a good thing going on in this hostel.
also cant decide on my budgeting policy. on how much am i ready to give up just to prolong the trip. am i actually going to cook in the hostel, wash my clothes by hand, take a less comfortable long distance bus, and learn spanish in Bolivia instead of in Buenos Aires?
one of the most overwhelming feelings for westerners here is, how much more their money can buy, but already after a few days u realize that things are still not for free.
i was very relieved to find such a good company in the hostel, being able to put to rest my social anxieties. i'm looking forward to my planned spanish and tango classes. maybe after the ski.
could u imagine, not a single israeli in the hostel! going to check out the jewish quarter today, to make it up for me :)

hasta luego amigos