Since my last post-my camera was stolen. I try not to think about this too often because it makes me sad that not only did I lose the first two weeks of photographic evidence in BsAs, but I can't bring myself to buy another digital camera when I know that might get stolen also. So I was considering just buying disposables, though in the end I know this would be more expensive because i have to pay for disposables and to get them developed. I also have a fabulous film camera here that I may use if I can find a good camera case and if I can justify carrying it through the city (and not getting robbed)... In short-was sitting in a park with three guy friends at 630pm. Three young boys (the oldest being 14 or 15 at most) came up bothering us (we had seen them earlier) and saw that my friend was holding my camera. They threatened him with what was probably not a gun (but was under his jacket so we couldn't see) and took my camera, his camera, our friend's glasses, two backpacks. It made me feel stupid because I thought I would prove everyone wrong and go the full six months without being robbed. So that's when I finally believed what people had said,
"No neighborhood in Buenos Aires is truly safe."
Classes started this past week. It's been pretty frustrating. I only have to take three at DiTella, but its such a small school and the times of classes are so random. Classes can be Monday/Wednesday, Tuesday/Wednesday, etc and they can be a different time on a different day. So classes conflict with one another very easily. Tomorrow I have to submit the classes that I want to take. I think I'm going to do a contemporary art class, us foreign policy, and literature.
Meanwhile I'm having trouble deciding what my education is worth to me. This is something I'll have to decide in the next few days/months. I am trying to remind myself that no where is home, that I am settled in no place, and I can do anything right now. (Within reason.)
I've been having a lot of fun these past few weeks. My only complaint is that I want to meet more locals. The students at DiTella don't seem super social, in terms of meeting the international students. I know I could just walk up to someone randomly after class and introduce myself, but it feels strange. Yesterday I was thinking 'this feels like the first day of high school'.
On Saturday I am moving to a new place, and I think this is going to be really good for me. My home stay just wasn't what I expected and I think I'll feel much more comfortable and settled in this new house. There is a 29 year old local and a 22 year old from Sweden. It's a lovely place with a yellow cozy living room and terraza on the roof-a corner building.
In general I am so so so glad that I decided to spend six months in Argentina. This experience is really getting me to question so many things such as,
- What does it mean to be truly fluent in a language, and how attainable is this for me?
- Is the person I am, here in Argentina, closer or farther from the person I feel best exemplifies myself?
- This is a point in my life where I can be doing anything, what is it I want to do?
Here is what Buenos Aires looks like. I live in Belgrano and my school is also in Belgrano. Palermo is where we often go for bars or clubs.I have a frew friends in San Telmo. La Boca is where you aren't supposed to go at night. Recoleta is nice and has a famous cemetary. Puerto Madero is the super new looking big city part, though in general the architecture here is on the newer side.
Alright I just wanted to give an update of sorts. Finally bought stamps (which was a lot harder to do than I realized-basically because I had to look up the post office since no locals seemed to know where the post office or stamps were) and now that I'll have a more permanent address I look forward to sending letters.
love.love.love.
Claudia
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