Sorry about the delay. “tomorrow” came and went so quickly. I don’t even know what was considered tomorrow. The last few days have been a complete blur. I met tons of people rode on a bus for an abnormally long amount of time went to a lame dance came home at like 7 this morning slept and then went to gym. My internal clock is all thrown off. It’s now 1:12 and I don’t feel very tired. What day is it? The 14th? No, well, kinda still the 13th. Did I miss 9/11? Dang. I must have. That’s so depressing. I forgot to honor that day. What happened that day? I don’t even remember but I know that there was no mention of the attack on my country. Yes, MY country. I love America so much and I miss it so much. I don’t think that there could ever be a greater place than America. All the stereotypes are true.
Well, like I said, I don’t really remember what happened and when. I think that it was yesterday that we finished up RYLA. We had some weird speaker talk about goodness knows what and then a blind man played the piano for all of us. And people go up and danced tradition Argentine dances which made me really want to learn how to do that. Then there was some sort of weird goodbye ceremony. I have no clue what they were saying but I think it was all like RYLA taught me to be this… and RYLA gave me new friends… and all that corny BS. All I know is that I’m sitting there with my cult-like candle and then the man in charge looks and me and then hands me the microphone and I’m supposed to say something. WTF! I didn’t want to speak in front of everyone! I don’t really recall what I tried to say. Something about the people were friendly and thanks for everything. I of course made it quite short. Then we finally left and this nice man took us to the bus station to get our tickets.
We decided that we didn’t want to stay another night as planned. We were all sorta annoyed with Ben and we were tired. We opted to get the next bus to Iguazú which was still 4 hours away. Then this nice man let us stay at his house until we had to back to the bus station and he drove us there and back. This family was so very kind to us. They let us stay at their house and they took us to the grocery store and gave us food and let us make Jane some soup. (she had gotten sick by this point (don’t know if I mentioned that before.)) And when he took us back to the station, he bought all of us this huge bag of cheesy bread. It was so warm and delicious. I feel bad that I don’t even know their names. I’ll have to ask Nancy so we can send them a thank you card.
Anyways, we got in around 7 this morning and I walked home from the bus terminal. I then slept until like 1 and then had lunch followed by an unproductive gym class. I then worked feverishly on my economics project which I procrastinated until now. Jane and I were supposed to do it together but she got sick and won’t be in class tomorrow, and I didn’t want to have nothing prepared, so I made a slide show. In Spanish. It’s pretty good if I do say so myself. I doubt that they’ve even seen a slide show. Or a laptop in school. Oh well, it’ll go well.
I also talked to Madelyn Duncan today about her exchange experience she was giving me some helpful hints. I know that I’ve heard most of them before, but it was just encouraging to hear from someone else who’s done it before. I know that it will turn out alright. Maybe it’ll take more time than I’m used to, but it’ll work. My host mom asked me today if I knew who my other families are that I’m staying with. I didn’t know but all I do know is that I don’t want to change families. I love my family already. They seem to be the only people who are patient with me and who actually help me to learn. When I was sitting down to do my econ project, my host dad came and sat down with me and explained how some things in Argentina economy work. He was so patient when I didn’t know a word or how to say something or how to describe something. I actually learned so much more than I would in a whole week of school here. Everyone in my family here is like that. They are so nice to me and so helpful that I can’t imagine leaving them. I don’t understand why I have to leave them at all. It’s not like I’m changing cities or anything. I’m just going to rotate families with my friends’ families who I already know anyways. I’ll still be in the same environment, so what does it matter if I stay with this family. My mom wanted to take me to Chile in the summer and to Buenos Aires at the end of the summer to see Cony’s school. I won’t get to do that if I’m not with them. I don’t want to leave.
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