I have arrived.

Hola amigos! Well Buenos Aires is a blast. I arrived on the afternoon of the 18th. My plane ride was uneventful. I was very surprised I was not seated next to my future husband who owns a vineyard in Mendoza..No i sat next to a very nice man named Carlos and his 5 kids (hijos) were seated across from him. He was happy to be next to me. I slept (Yo dormo) the whole way.

I arrived with no problems. My hotel was...umm lets just say because i was a "tu solo?" Si I am alone...I got a great room that was just big enought to fit the bed let alone my big (granda) ass bag. It was only one night and I never leave anywhere with out my slippers so no problema. My hotel was right on Ave de Mayo. I will try and upload some photos later. This street is rich in architecture.
Okay here is my first BA Bash. Dog poop everywhere and yet hardly any dogs.... Instead if looking up enjoying the beutiful buildings you have to always look where your going or else... However I have not yet fallen to the PerroPoop. No one seems to mind so you go with the flow...

With not a lick of Spanish I proceed to go out to dinner. I "talk" with the waitress (moza) -(from time to time, when I remeber the word, I will inject it so you can all learn as well). With my great pictionary/charade skills, I proceed to tell her I want a salad (ensalada) with meat (carne) - I figurd out they do not really have a word for med-rare. It did not really matter- I got a big steak with a piece of lettuce and a tomatoe. Ah well.

In the morning I went down to breakfast thinking I had all the time in the world but no... BA´s clocks jumped an hour ahead so I was rushed out of breakfast and had to check out in a matter of mins. Thankgod the clerk spoke english and was very nice. He letme use his phone and computer. I call teh host family i was going to stay with and they were waiting for me. The school had never told them I would be coming at 10am (which if you are following was now 11). >So I got in a cab and made my way there. It was mothers day on this particular Sunday so we were going to the home of Cece´s grandmothers (abuella) in the middle of nowhere (I did not know this at the time) called Belle Vista. It was a fun day. No one spoke English but like my family their were hugs and kisses saying things to me I did not understand. Cece was kind enough to translate for a period of time but then I think she got tired and I sat blissfully unaware of what was being said. There is some freedom to this. The grandmother I swear looked like the cutest Mrs Doubtfire. She would say things and then laugh and laugh. It was contagious.