Today was the longest day ever. I was up until 4:30 this morning and now I am just dead tired, but I got to see a lot of really local places and Damian made it back about 24 hours ago from the South and I think Maud and Felipe will be back Saturday.
I even started off the day tired at school, but I don´t know why because I slept plenty the previous night. I can really feel the days ticking down now. It´s hard to believe that soon I´ll be in my 3rd country and then I´ll be back and Cleveland.
Diana and I went to the Mercado Central for lunch. It was crazy today with tourists, everyone and their brother was trying to get us into their restaurant (there must be 20 or 30 lining the market). We picked one that looked more local on the fringe and head a soup of shellfish and quiche like pie (pastel de choclo) of crab. It was OK but not great.
Afterward I managed to take a nap and hit the gym before Damian and I left to meet Diana and Tania to see some truly local places. First we went to a bar/restaruant/place to watch soccer called the techo....or something similiar that means roof tile. We had terramotos, which means earthquake. It´s a drink of ice cream sweet wine and juice. Pretty good.
Then we met up with more of Tania´s friends and went to this communist bar in Barrio Brasil. It was great because we were all a little buzzed by this point and Tania was geniuinely worried that I wouldn´t be comfortable in a communist bar. I guess I seem quite capatilistic....anyway, I told her that as long as I diddn´t leave with tatoos of red stars it was fine.
I took some great pictures of the bar and we had a fantastic time. I of course couldn´t understand everything but it´s awesome to me that I have these nights were I speak nothing but Spanish for hours. It really makes me feel like my trip was worth it.
Anyway Damian, Diana, and I caught a cab back to our neighboorhood at 2 or so (after agreeing with Tania not to start class until 10 the next morning) and I was ready for bed but when we walked Diana home she invited us in to have wine. I wasn´t interested in more alcohol, but potato chips seemed great. We finally made it out of there and back to our apartment at about 4 AM at which time I promptly collapsed.
I even started off the day tired at school, but I don´t know why because I slept plenty the previous night. I can really feel the days ticking down now. It´s hard to believe that soon I´ll be in my 3rd country and then I´ll be back and Cleveland.
Diana and I went to the Mercado Central for lunch. It was crazy today with tourists, everyone and their brother was trying to get us into their restaurant (there must be 20 or 30 lining the market). We picked one that looked more local on the fringe and head a soup of shellfish and quiche like pie (pastel de choclo) of crab. It was OK but not great.
Afterward I managed to take a nap and hit the gym before Damian and I left to meet Diana and Tania to see some truly local places. First we went to a bar/restaruant/place to watch soccer called the techo....or something similiar that means roof tile. We had terramotos, which means earthquake. It´s a drink of ice cream sweet wine and juice. Pretty good.
Then we met up with more of Tania´s friends and went to this communist bar in Barrio Brasil. It was great because we were all a little buzzed by this point and Tania was geniuinely worried that I wouldn´t be comfortable in a communist bar. I guess I seem quite capatilistic....anyway, I told her that as long as I diddn´t leave with tatoos of red stars it was fine.
I took some great pictures of the bar and we had a fantastic time. I of course couldn´t understand everything but it´s awesome to me that I have these nights were I speak nothing but Spanish for hours. It really makes me feel like my trip was worth it.
Anyway Damian, Diana, and I caught a cab back to our neighboorhood at 2 or so (after agreeing with Tania not to start class until 10 the next morning) and I was ready for bed but when we walked Diana home she invited us in to have wine. I wasn´t interested in more alcohol, but potato chips seemed great. We finally made it out of there and back to our apartment at about 4 AM at which time I promptly collapsed.
1 comment:
Me parece genial que hayas estado en ese bar comunista.
Sabes que vivimos a pocas cuadras de ahí y no tenía idea que existía, porfa, dame la dirección para ir a conocerlo
Gabriel
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