Snowbound

Every time I write it´s like I don´t know where to start--it feels like so much happens every day here. Last week I registered for classes, which was a strange process. the way it works here is that you register for any classes youre possibly interested in because once registration is over you can't add courses--you can only drop them. I registered for like 12 classes, but the only two i know for sure i am taking are spanish and this class that is part class and part community service. That class is within the program, but i am really excited about it...Other classes I am looking at are pre-colombian latin america, urban geography(!), latin american social thought, photojournalism....i have no idea what i will end up taking, i just have to see what seems good in the beginning. Unfortunately, I am missing the first class for a few of the classes i registered for at the catholic university...because...i am going skiing in Bariloche! Bariloche is in the mountains in Patagonia--a 20-hour bus ride from buenos aires...yes, twenty. fortunately it is overnight and the seats recline almost completely so i am not too worried about it, though i am sure i will be singing a different tune tomorrow. I just decided today that im going- im kind of tagging along with this group of kids that all go to georgetown, but they are super nice and i am glad. i kind of feel guilty going with such a big group of americans instead of going with fewer people and trying to have a more cultural experience...but what the hell, im going to bariloche! i leave tomorrow afternoon at 2 and will arrive the following morning. we went today to a ski store and for thirty bucks i got waterproof ski gloves and the cheapest pair of ski pants i could find, ie bright red ones that make me look like a fire truck. hey, at least i wont get lost....i am a little nervous about skiing since i havent been since i was maybe seven years old but there are two kids from south florida going that have never skiied before so i am not too worried about being on my own. ah! i cant believe it! i feel so adventurous! this is almost as spontaneous as me and hodi and serena booking tickets to guadalajara the day before and leaving two hours after we booked the tickets...but not quite.
yesterday i went to the most beautiful antiques fair in a neighborhood called san telmo, which is THE tango neighborhood of BA, which believe me says a lot. the fair was so amazing--they had the most crazy, random, beautiful things. each stand for the most part sold one primary thing- one vendor was selling nothing but antique siphon bottles in every color of glass you can imagine, while another sold only chandelier crystals or silver spoons. The neighborhood is great too--still kind of a dive but with incredible architecture and murals and lots of color everywhere. we saw these people that apparently are there every week- it's like twenty or thirty people playing drums of all different sizes and then women were walking in front dancing samba. soooo cool. they walked around the whole neighborhood so you could almost always hear the beat from a distance.
i hope you all are well and i miss you. wish me luck on the slopes!