Vamos, vamos Argentina,
vamos, vamos a ganar,
que esta barra quilombera,
no te deja, no te deja de alentar
The World Cup has begun!
This morning, there was no chance of sleeping in. The TV in the next room blared sports commentary, while my host brother yelled right along. Shouts and cheers from the street streamed through my window. The ceiling vibrated from fans stomping around upstairs. Argentina had its second game in the World Cup this morning, with a 4-1 victory against Nigeria. Indeed, it was a good day to be an Argentinian.
Enthusiasm and national pride are at all all time high. It's totally insane. Messi jerseys are the outfit of choice. Blue and white stripes could be seen poking out of girls' uniform blouses. Some men even had Argentina jerseys on with their business suit, and dogs sported them as well. Scarves, hats, flags, created a sea of sky blue and white throughout the city. There are even flags in the churches, (although futbol might be considered more of a religion). Every television has the games on - people crowd around electronic stores, and go to bars regardless of wherever else they should be.
Although I am no sports aficionado, being here to experience the World Cup is so cool! At heart, I also want to root for the US and Spain, but if I waved any other bandera, I think it might be used to strangle me.
Argentines took this morning's victory to the streets in celebration. Downtown, fans were gathered to hoot and holler, and a blow up head of one of the players, Maradona, was in the city center.
Vamos Vamos Argentina! Next game: Tuesday!
Tomorrow the US plays!
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
How to Reach Me
With my (hem) upcoming (hem) day of birth, I have had several ask me about my mailing address. As thoughtful as it is, sending me a package is not the best idea. The post-office where the package would most likely go is in a bad part of town, where I would have to wait in line for hours (literally) to retrieve it. It can wait for me upon my return. Thanks for the thought!
As far as letters, that would work! You can mail it to my program office at the following address:
(Elizabeth O'Neill) C/O Road2Argentina
Anchorena 1676
C1425ELL Capital Federal
Argentina
If you would like to get a hold of me in more modern forms...
Dial 011-54-9-11-3816-1793 to reach my cell.
Skype me!
Email me!
Facebook me!
MISS YOU!
Many more updates to come. This week back in the city has been awesome. Been making the most of every day and really seeing the city. I feel like I'm starting to know my way around, and getting a feel for the culture. Its energy is contagious!
As far as letters, that would work! You can mail it to my program office at the following address:
(Elizabeth O'Neill) C/O Road2Argentina
Anchorena 1676
C1425ELL Capital Federal
Argentina
If you would like to get a hold of me in more modern forms...
Dial 011-54-9-11-3816-1793 to reach my cell.
Skype me!
Email me!
Facebook me!
MISS YOU!
Many more updates to come. This week back in the city has been awesome. Been making the most of every day and really seeing the city. I feel like I'm starting to know my way around, and getting a feel for the culture. Its energy is contagious!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Adventure Week in Mendoza
I really recommend vacationing on vacation.
Just four days into class at Centro Universitario de Idiomas, I had the opportunity to go on a week-long study/adventure trip to Mendoza through the university. Although I was hesitant to leave the city I just arrived in, I couldn’t pass up these bold letters on the trip flyer: RAPPELLING, HORSEBACK RIDING, BIKERIDES, WINE TOURS, COUNTRYSIDE, SPANISH. Sign me up!
Our chariot to wine country paradise awaited: the ANDESMAR overnight bus. The quirky bus attendant led us in a game of Bingo, followed by Spanish music videos, dinner, and movie time before we reclined our seats to awake in Mendoza.
And we awoke to paradise indeed. Quiet streets, fall leaves, the best food, jaw-dropping views of The Andes, our host mothers welcoming us with big hugs.
The first three days, we had intensive Spanish class, emphasis on intense. Just three other girls went on the trip, and fortunately we were all at the same Spanish level. We cuatro chicas americanas entertained our professor Sergio, who taught us some important Spanish phrases. Between class, restaurants, vendors, taxi cab drivers, and dinner with Rosa (our host mother), the Spanish wheels turned all day. I miss Rosa already. Dinners were often lost in translation, or not understood at all (“No entiendo tu voz,” she said to me at one point), but we managed to talk about the meaning of life, the usefulness and harm of technology, family, religion, and customs. No topic is taboo in this country.
One of the nights, Rosa had her whole family over for dinner. The situation would be chaos for me in my native tongue, let alone Spanish. Argentines shouting over each other, pouring wine, feasting on carne asada, recounting stories. A timid person by nature, and the awkward foreigner interjected into a family dinner, I sat back and listened while sawing through endless portions of meat that were continuously put on my plate (I’m pretty my pores are still seeping ham). One of the uncles turned toward Rebecca (my roommate on the trip) and asked “Does your friend not understand Spanish?” I replied for her and said “Entiendo, solo soy timida.” I don’t know which party was more embarrassed.
To celebrate the end of class, we jumped off a mountain the following day. Then rode horses through the mountains. Then road bikes to wine vineyards.
And I didn’t have to pinch myself to believe it. My sore muscles and full camera memory card told me this is indeed real life. WOW.
Adventure 1: Rappelling
While standing on top of a mountain, helmet buckled and rappelling stirrups strapped, I looked down and thought “Whatever happened to get me to this point is totally crazy and totally amazing.”
We got to the rappel launch point after a three-hour off roading adventure. Certainly an experience you can’t tell your mom about until after the fact. In a 4X4 that would make the best Ford ad, we ascended the mountains through the clouds and along the cliff’s edge. We went above the clouds and emerged to an indescribable view of the Andes.
Rappelling was the scariest, but coolest thing I have ever done. The rush upon landing was surely a greater high than any substance could produce. We hiked up the mountain, were instructed in Spanish, and handed two ropes before we launched into the descent. Lean back, feet apart, steadily place one foot behind the other. SUCCESS. We were smiling for hours.
Adventure 2: Horseback Riding
A Kansas girl, I was teased by the group who said I had returned to my natural state. Indeed, I felt one with nature. Never have I experienced such expansive beauty, let along from the viewpoint of a horse. Mountains topped with snow to my right, wild horses and cottages to my left, expansive pampas ahead.
My horse Carrdo was chipper and loved to trot ahead of the group. He and I traversed creek, went through tall brush, ascended a mountain, and made friends with the other horses and dog following us. He did not join me, however, for my steak lunch, cooked over open fire. Now I understand why Argentina is famous for its steaks.
Adventure 3: Bikeriding Through Bodegas
Mounting a bike after a day of mounting a horse was a little rough. But the wine took off the edge. We rode through scenic country roads, and not so scenic roads (as we felt the whoosh of cars zooming by – another thing you don’t write home about until after the fact) to two bodegas. We met the wine maker, who gave us a tour and sampling of his best wines. In addition to its steaks, I also now understand why Argentina is famous for Malbec. We learned about the delicate and long process of wine making. The tour was in Spanish, and we had an ah-ha moment when we realized we were totally comprehending what was said to us. To reenergize, we feasted on more ham, cheese, chicken, and bread. Mendoza is paradise indeed.
With un besito, we bid our host mothers goodbye and boarded the ANDESMAR overnight bus back home. I’m back in Buenos Aires now, getting resettled and thrown back into the crazy. More updates about what I’ve been up to in BA to come!
Just four days into class at Centro Universitario de Idiomas, I had the opportunity to go on a week-long study/adventure trip to Mendoza through the university. Although I was hesitant to leave the city I just arrived in, I couldn’t pass up these bold letters on the trip flyer: RAPPELLING, HORSEBACK RIDING, BIKERIDES, WINE TOURS, COUNTRYSIDE, SPANISH. Sign me up!
Our chariot to wine country paradise awaited: the ANDESMAR overnight bus. The quirky bus attendant led us in a game of Bingo, followed by Spanish music videos, dinner, and movie time before we reclined our seats to awake in Mendoza.
And we awoke to paradise indeed. Quiet streets, fall leaves, the best food, jaw-dropping views of The Andes, our host mothers welcoming us with big hugs.
The first three days, we had intensive Spanish class, emphasis on intense. Just three other girls went on the trip, and fortunately we were all at the same Spanish level. We cuatro chicas americanas entertained our professor Sergio, who taught us some important Spanish phrases. Between class, restaurants, vendors, taxi cab drivers, and dinner with Rosa (our host mother), the Spanish wheels turned all day. I miss Rosa already. Dinners were often lost in translation, or not understood at all (“No entiendo tu voz,” she said to me at one point), but we managed to talk about the meaning of life, the usefulness and harm of technology, family, religion, and customs. No topic is taboo in this country.
One of the nights, Rosa had her whole family over for dinner. The situation would be chaos for me in my native tongue, let alone Spanish. Argentines shouting over each other, pouring wine, feasting on carne asada, recounting stories. A timid person by nature, and the awkward foreigner interjected into a family dinner, I sat back and listened while sawing through endless portions of meat that were continuously put on my plate (I’m pretty my pores are still seeping ham). One of the uncles turned toward Rebecca (my roommate on the trip) and asked “Does your friend not understand Spanish?” I replied for her and said “Entiendo, solo soy timida.” I don’t know which party was more embarrassed.
To celebrate the end of class, we jumped off a mountain the following day. Then rode horses through the mountains. Then road bikes to wine vineyards.
And I didn’t have to pinch myself to believe it. My sore muscles and full camera memory card told me this is indeed real life. WOW.
Adventure 1: Rappelling
While standing on top of a mountain, helmet buckled and rappelling stirrups strapped, I looked down and thought “Whatever happened to get me to this point is totally crazy and totally amazing.”
We got to the rappel launch point after a three-hour off roading adventure. Certainly an experience you can’t tell your mom about until after the fact. In a 4X4 that would make the best Ford ad, we ascended the mountains through the clouds and along the cliff’s edge. We went above the clouds and emerged to an indescribable view of the Andes.
Rappelling was the scariest, but coolest thing I have ever done. The rush upon landing was surely a greater high than any substance could produce. We hiked up the mountain, were instructed in Spanish, and handed two ropes before we launched into the descent. Lean back, feet apart, steadily place one foot behind the other. SUCCESS. We were smiling for hours.
Adventure 2: Horseback Riding
A Kansas girl, I was teased by the group who said I had returned to my natural state. Indeed, I felt one with nature. Never have I experienced such expansive beauty, let along from the viewpoint of a horse. Mountains topped with snow to my right, wild horses and cottages to my left, expansive pampas ahead.
My horse Carrdo was chipper and loved to trot ahead of the group. He and I traversed creek, went through tall brush, ascended a mountain, and made friends with the other horses and dog following us. He did not join me, however, for my steak lunch, cooked over open fire. Now I understand why Argentina is famous for its steaks.
Adventure 3: Bikeriding Through Bodegas
Mounting a bike after a day of mounting a horse was a little rough. But the wine took off the edge. We rode through scenic country roads, and not so scenic roads (as we felt the whoosh of cars zooming by – another thing you don’t write home about until after the fact) to two bodegas. We met the wine maker, who gave us a tour and sampling of his best wines. In addition to its steaks, I also now understand why Argentina is famous for Malbec. We learned about the delicate and long process of wine making. The tour was in Spanish, and we had an ah-ha moment when we realized we were totally comprehending what was said to us. To reenergize, we feasted on more ham, cheese, chicken, and bread. Mendoza is paradise indeed.
With un besito, we bid our host mothers goodbye and boarded the ANDESMAR overnight bus back home. I’m back in Buenos Aires now, getting resettled and thrown back into the crazy. More updates about what I’ve been up to in BA to come!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
A City to Experience
I’m in South America.
A sentence I must at times say out loud to myself so to believe it.
With day four under my belt, it’s the week of firsts in Buenos Aires. First impression, first to meet my host family, first sip of coffee at the corner café, first friends, first day of class. First time perhaps doing and experiencing anything this crazy in my life (my family may disagree).
Eyes glazed over and sensory on overload, I am taking it all in. My friend Andrew who has been studying in the city since February described it as “It’s not a city you see; it’s a city you experience.” Rather than tourist shops on every corner, and big sights for camera snapping, it is a city to know through living. And boy do the porteños live.
Me standing on the block outside school:
Here are some of my firsts and impressions of Buenos Aires thus far:
--CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS. I know NYC has already been christened this phrase, but BsAs would out beat it for the title. Lunch at 2pm, dinner at 10pm (mate and coffee must help suppress the appetite between meals), bar at 2am, club until 7am. Really, when do people sleep? In Wichita, we wonder how late something will be open. Here, that is not an issue.
--CRAZY TOWN. In addition to the crazy schedule, I would describe pretty much everything else as CRAZY. The streets are constantly packed with cars and people, and I don’t think a porteño would know silence if he heard it. BsAs has the highest number of auto fatalities, and a pedestrian has to stay on his toes, as cars zip by at sound-barrier-breaking speeds. Also on the crazy list:
-Politics: There are an infinite number of political parties, and politicians are
synonymous with corruption. And if there is something you don’t agree with, don’t write your congressman, take it to the street! Strikes and protests, with accompanying fireworks, drums, and banners, are a daily site around Congress
-Public transportation: There are even more bus lines than there are political parties. There are over 150 independent bus companies and a labyrinth of route possibilities. When advising us on how to get around, our program coordinators said “the bus is not for beginners.” The metro, called El Subte, is easy to navigate, (as long as you can squeeze through to fit into a car and aren’t closterphobic). Even using a map is crazy, as the city is not oriented North and South and the street grid is constantly shifting different directions. Walking around is certainly an adventure!
--MATE MATE. Mate is the national drink of Argentina. It is a communal drink that is accompanied with intricate etiquette rules, and tastes like a very earthy tea. It is not drank at cafes, but rather in the home or at parks. It is wonderful.
--HEY GOOD LOOKIN.’ Argentineans are constantly voted the “best looking” nation, and I think they know it. Women love fashion and going to the salon, and men love noticing them.
--WOOF. Argentineans love dogs. Golden Retriever seems to be the favorite. With their busy “work” and party schedule, they must not have much time to walk their beloved pooch, though. Dog walkers are everywhere! I think dogwalking should really be an Olympic sport. One dog walker controls at least 10 at once. When they need to drop off a dog to its owner or stop in a café for a bite, they simply tie up all 9 other leashes on a lamppost.
--LIBROS, ZAPATOS, Y CAFÉ. It would be easy to lose track of where one is in BsAs because every block has a book store, shoe store, and café. Perhaps this is a statement to what’s important in life? Books, shoes, and coffee. I knew I’d like it here :)
My host family is phenomenal. My mother is Mecky, and she is awesome! We eat dinner together with her son Mariano, and we have so much fun talking, and laughing about the things I say incorrectly in Spanish. Tonight, for example, I said “I would like to ride a horse.” The word for horse is caballo, similar to caballero, which means man. Yup, I said I wanted to ride a caballero.
Our apartment is in Recoleta, which is a great place to be. I can walk to school and many other places, and it is super safe. For all those worried about my safety, it is really not as all the horror stories make it seem and is a great city. I feel totally comfortable walking around, and it’s all about having street smarts, being alert, and staying in the right places. Don’t worry!!
School and my program, Road2Argentina are great. The people who run my program are so cool and helpful. Each week, we have different social or cultural activities with our program. Tomorrow, we are drinking mate and going to a tango show, and next week we are going to dinner. The other students in my program are from all around the US, and my orientation group and I have been sticking together. Everyone is down to earth and fun to be with. My classes are at the Institute for Language Studies (something like that), and the teachers are phenomenal. I was placed in Advanced I, (although talking to my family I sure don’t feel advanced!) I can tell I’m already turning on the Spanish brain and getting much better conversationally.
The other students and I have started planning our excursions. There is SO MUCH to see in this country! Glaciers, waterfalls, cowboys, mountains, cities, whales, it is unbelievable. I will be gone this Saturday and all next week to Mendoza for a school trip. Mendoza is close to Chile, in wine country. We study Spanish while we are there, and have tons of extreme outdoor activities, including: horseback riding, rock repelling, river rafting, zip line, hiking, wine tasting, bicycle tour, museums, and more! You guessed it, I’m going to do it all.
I have a long ways to go to really know this city, and I can’t wait to experience more!
A sentence I must at times say out loud to myself so to believe it.
With day four under my belt, it’s the week of firsts in Buenos Aires. First impression, first to meet my host family, first sip of coffee at the corner café, first friends, first day of class. First time perhaps doing and experiencing anything this crazy in my life (my family may disagree).
Eyes glazed over and sensory on overload, I am taking it all in. My friend Andrew who has been studying in the city since February described it as “It’s not a city you see; it’s a city you experience.” Rather than tourist shops on every corner, and big sights for camera snapping, it is a city to know through living. And boy do the porteños live.
Me standing on the block outside school:
Here are some of my firsts and impressions of Buenos Aires thus far:
--CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS. I know NYC has already been christened this phrase, but BsAs would out beat it for the title. Lunch at 2pm, dinner at 10pm (mate and coffee must help suppress the appetite between meals), bar at 2am, club until 7am. Really, when do people sleep? In Wichita, we wonder how late something will be open. Here, that is not an issue.
--CRAZY TOWN. In addition to the crazy schedule, I would describe pretty much everything else as CRAZY. The streets are constantly packed with cars and people, and I don’t think a porteño would know silence if he heard it. BsAs has the highest number of auto fatalities, and a pedestrian has to stay on his toes, as cars zip by at sound-barrier-breaking speeds. Also on the crazy list:
-Politics: There are an infinite number of political parties, and politicians are
synonymous with corruption. And if there is something you don’t agree with, don’t write your congressman, take it to the street! Strikes and protests, with accompanying fireworks, drums, and banners, are a daily site around Congress
-Public transportation: There are even more bus lines than there are political parties. There are over 150 independent bus companies and a labyrinth of route possibilities. When advising us on how to get around, our program coordinators said “the bus is not for beginners.” The metro, called El Subte, is easy to navigate, (as long as you can squeeze through to fit into a car and aren’t closterphobic). Even using a map is crazy, as the city is not oriented North and South and the street grid is constantly shifting different directions. Walking around is certainly an adventure!
--MATE MATE. Mate is the national drink of Argentina. It is a communal drink that is accompanied with intricate etiquette rules, and tastes like a very earthy tea. It is not drank at cafes, but rather in the home or at parks. It is wonderful.
--HEY GOOD LOOKIN.’ Argentineans are constantly voted the “best looking” nation, and I think they know it. Women love fashion and going to the salon, and men love noticing them.
--WOOF. Argentineans love dogs. Golden Retriever seems to be the favorite. With their busy “work” and party schedule, they must not have much time to walk their beloved pooch, though. Dog walkers are everywhere! I think dogwalking should really be an Olympic sport. One dog walker controls at least 10 at once. When they need to drop off a dog to its owner or stop in a café for a bite, they simply tie up all 9 other leashes on a lamppost.
--LIBROS, ZAPATOS, Y CAFÉ. It would be easy to lose track of where one is in BsAs because every block has a book store, shoe store, and café. Perhaps this is a statement to what’s important in life? Books, shoes, and coffee. I knew I’d like it here :)
My host family is phenomenal. My mother is Mecky, and she is awesome! We eat dinner together with her son Mariano, and we have so much fun talking, and laughing about the things I say incorrectly in Spanish. Tonight, for example, I said “I would like to ride a horse.” The word for horse is caballo, similar to caballero, which means man. Yup, I said I wanted to ride a caballero.
Our apartment is in Recoleta, which is a great place to be. I can walk to school and many other places, and it is super safe. For all those worried about my safety, it is really not as all the horror stories make it seem and is a great city. I feel totally comfortable walking around, and it’s all about having street smarts, being alert, and staying in the right places. Don’t worry!!
School and my program, Road2Argentina are great. The people who run my program are so cool and helpful. Each week, we have different social or cultural activities with our program. Tomorrow, we are drinking mate and going to a tango show, and next week we are going to dinner. The other students in my program are from all around the US, and my orientation group and I have been sticking together. Everyone is down to earth and fun to be with. My classes are at the Institute for Language Studies (something like that), and the teachers are phenomenal. I was placed in Advanced I, (although talking to my family I sure don’t feel advanced!) I can tell I’m already turning on the Spanish brain and getting much better conversationally.
The other students and I have started planning our excursions. There is SO MUCH to see in this country! Glaciers, waterfalls, cowboys, mountains, cities, whales, it is unbelievable. I will be gone this Saturday and all next week to Mendoza for a school trip. Mendoza is close to Chile, in wine country. We study Spanish while we are there, and have tons of extreme outdoor activities, including: horseback riding, rock repelling, river rafting, zip line, hiking, wine tasting, bicycle tour, museums, and more! You guessed it, I’m going to do it all.
I have a long ways to go to really know this city, and I can’t wait to experience more!
Friday, May 21, 2010
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down...
With a University of Tulsa Diploma fresh in my hands, a spring in my step, slight quiver in my lip, and a mountain of stuff to unpack and pack, I am about to set off on my next big adventure. My last blog was Elizabeth Does Europe!, and now I'm about to do it again: Argentina style. I know I have trekked 10 countries within the past year, but keeping me in one place these days seems to be like the problem you can't solve with Maria: catching a cloud and pinning it down. To ease the minds of relatives and friends who think I'm crazy, my answer to what I'm doing in Buenos Aires and why, is "Why Not?"
But really, I do have a plan (sort of).
I will be in Buenos Aires May 31 - August 5 with a Spanish immersion program, Road2Argentina. When looking at my post-graduation options through senior year, going abroad again wasn't really on my radar; rather, it found me. The idea was sparked through an email from TU's study abroad office I happened to skim through. Hidden in the text said "COMMUNICATION MAJORS: STUDY ABROAD IN BUENOS AIRES THIS SUMMER." Lights flashed, my chair flew, and I knew. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I didn't need to think about it. I just knew the right thing to do at this point in my life. God's certainly shown me through college that sometimes the best things are those we didn't plan for, because he has a better plan for us than we could imagine ourselves.
If you ask my friends, I'm not one to take huge leaps into the unknown. I like my guidebooks, my plan, and everything in organized compartments. Taking the leap (and the 13 hour flight) to Buenos Aires is a chance for me to really find myself, through an experience I know will be enriching academically, personally, spiritually, culturally, and more - before the career sets in and I am restricted to a few vacation days a year.
With Road2Argentina, I will be taking Spanish class at the University of Buenos Aires Language School (Mon-Fri 1-4pm), which offers classes for foreigners at all Spanish levels. Obviously, I've already graduated, so I am doing the classes for personal benefit rather than class credit. There are about 50 people in my program, mainly Americans and some Europeans and Canadians. The program is fantastic because in addition to the classes, it provides social and cultural opportunities, such as tango classes, wine tasting classes, bike riding tours, and group dinners. I will be living in a homestay, where I will have my meals. So far, I know my host mother is named Mecky Galarce, and she lives with her son Mariano in the Barrio Norte, a safe and fabulous neighborhood. Lucky me, it is within walking distance to school and has internet (a rarity), so I'll be able to stay in touch with all of you at home.
Here's how you can get in touch with me:
Email: eoneill628@gmail.com
Blog: Post comments here on my blog posts. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Skype: EMO6288
Facebook: (I'm going to try to not get on this too much)
Homestay address:
Ayacucho 1236 2 “6”
C1111AAJ
Capital Federal Buenos Aires, Argentina
Call: I will have a cell phone when I arrive, and will be sure to post it when I do!
But really, I do have a plan (sort of).
I will be in Buenos Aires May 31 - August 5 with a Spanish immersion program, Road2Argentina. When looking at my post-graduation options through senior year, going abroad again wasn't really on my radar; rather, it found me. The idea was sparked through an email from TU's study abroad office I happened to skim through. Hidden in the text said "COMMUNICATION MAJORS: STUDY ABROAD IN BUENOS AIRES THIS SUMMER." Lights flashed, my chair flew, and I knew. The more I thought about it, the more I felt I didn't need to think about it. I just knew the right thing to do at this point in my life. God's certainly shown me through college that sometimes the best things are those we didn't plan for, because he has a better plan for us than we could imagine ourselves.
If you ask my friends, I'm not one to take huge leaps into the unknown. I like my guidebooks, my plan, and everything in organized compartments. Taking the leap (and the 13 hour flight) to Buenos Aires is a chance for me to really find myself, through an experience I know will be enriching academically, personally, spiritually, culturally, and more - before the career sets in and I am restricted to a few vacation days a year.
With Road2Argentina, I will be taking Spanish class at the University of Buenos Aires Language School (Mon-Fri 1-4pm), which offers classes for foreigners at all Spanish levels. Obviously, I've already graduated, so I am doing the classes for personal benefit rather than class credit. There are about 50 people in my program, mainly Americans and some Europeans and Canadians. The program is fantastic because in addition to the classes, it provides social and cultural opportunities, such as tango classes, wine tasting classes, bike riding tours, and group dinners. I will be living in a homestay, where I will have my meals. So far, I know my host mother is named Mecky Galarce, and she lives with her son Mariano in the Barrio Norte, a safe and fabulous neighborhood. Lucky me, it is within walking distance to school and has internet (a rarity), so I'll be able to stay in touch with all of you at home.
Here's how you can get in touch with me:
Email: eoneill628@gmail.com
Blog: Post comments here on my blog posts. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Skype: EMO6288
Facebook: (I'm going to try to not get on this too much)
Homestay address:
Ayacucho 1236 2 “6”
C1111AAJ
Capital Federal Buenos Aires, Argentina
Call: I will have a cell phone when I arrive, and will be sure to post it when I do!
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