I arrived.

FYI, running the gauntlet through the guys selling taxi rides into the city at the EZE airport is brutal. One particularly zealous fellow followed me around for a while until I convinced him that I’d really like to take the bus instead, at which point he told me that if that was the case, I should really try standing at a spot at which the bus might pick me up, not a random point in front of the airport.

Which I did, and promptly missed my bus. Luckily, they come along every 45 minutes, So I waited, and caught the right bus (!), and rode it for a couple hours from the apocolyptic edge of town into the very microcenter of town, where my apartment and school are located.

Silvia the cleaning lady let me into my apartment and chatted away with me for awhile before I was able to use my first sentence in Spanish, “No intiendo entiendo.” It didn’t really seem to stop her. I did thank her profusely, though, for everything, and even made a little praying hands bow when she left to show my gratitude.

And then I went to find the school to take a Spanish aptitude test (which I failed). And then I got lost trying to make my way home, but found myself again after an hour or so. And then I took a nap.

And then I wrote the first of many many phenomenally interesting blog entries.

Yours Truly.

Edit 8/15/09: “Entiendo.” Thanks, Steph