Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina
There is a long weekend this week in Argentina. Our school will also be closed from Thursday to Sunday. To replace our lessons, we were required to come to school one hour earlier.
One hour earlier sounds easy. Just 60 minutes earlier than the usual routine, right?
Well, my usual routine is waking up 2 hours before class and taking my time with my breakfast and reading. However, I couldn’t bear waking up at 7am when the sky was still dark and the air cold so I woke up at 7:30am.
The sky was still dark and the air cold. I was sure I had woken up some of my roommates when I fumbled with taking my things for the shower and for school.
Living right across the street from school has its perks, I arrived with only 10 minutes to spare before class.
We had a new teacher and a new classmate from Holland. Our 4-hour class was great since we got to talk a lot but all the new information needs time to be absorbed. Let me give that 2 years.
Trip to Cafe Tortoni
Our after school activity today was a trip to the oldest cafe in Buenos Aires–Cafe Tortoni. Before heading there, we sat in class and listened to a Tango song about the cafe and the famous people who visited there.
We were supposed to ask the waiters questions about the cafe when we reach there. I managed to ask only for the Wi-Fi password because I’m such a noob. Boo hoo.
Still, we learnt that the cafe’s entrance wasn’t at Avenida de Mayo as the road wasn’t built when the cafe first opened. Instead, the back of the cafe was the entrance.
The cafe is pretty. One part of the ceiling had stained glass while the walls are decorated with donated paintings.
Still, I find a cafe most useful when the coffee is large and I can read for an hour without being disturbed.
After our trip to cafe, it was free time. I headed to Carrefour, where the security guard knows me by sight, to buy something for the night’s dinner.
That something turned out to be a midsized cabbage. All the other leafy greens were either rotting or looking fresh and expensive in a plastic bags.
Unfortunately, the cabbage was really tough. I’ve sliced it into small slices but it tasted like chewing through paper.
The vegetable also lacked the usual sweetness I find in cabbages. Are winter vegetables exceptionally bad?
The night was spent drinking more honey lemon to prevent any cold that might want to visit.
The night has become really cold, my fingers are numb as I type in the kitchen. I hope I am able to find the remote control later so I can turn up the heater in my room.
Oh, I have a bunk mate now. Hope that my climbing in and out of bed won’t wake her up in the middle of the night. (Actually, deep down I hope she moves out sooner than I do.)
Have a good week, folks!