At la Poesia, where meat plates were eaten:

L to R: Jan, German; Ali, Parisienne; Unnamed Pole; Micheal, Swiss.

I wrote an exquisitely crafted post yesterday about my trip to a tango concert at a contemporary art museum on Wednesday, the strange Argentine accent, and a few other very interesting things. I accidentally navigated away from the page before hitting post, losing all the brilliance.

~So, let me summarize~

I went to a tango concert with a German, an Austrian, a Pole, a Parisian, and a Swiss (not a show, just tango music in an intimate, dimly lit setting) at which the black-clad musicians and middle-aged man singing emoted gracefully and, I’m sure, thoughtfully, although I wasn’t able to fully appreciate it because my Spanish is not quite that good yet. And then we went to La Poesia for meat plates.

~And~

The Argentine accent is an acquired taste, but a good one. We say our yuh sounds as shuh. So,

“Ella llege a la calle” sounds like “Aysha shaygay a la caushay.”

~Also~

I went running with Ben the Brit, who is a nice guy, today. We will go out for a brewski later on. And it’s already getting mucho calor, even though it’s still technically the middle of winter. The clima is going to be unreasonably, unbearably hot later in my South American adventure.

~Finally~

It’s incredible how quickly one can adapt to a situation. It’s all a state of mind, isn’t it? Thanks to those of you who told me that I might have a little bit of a shock on my arrival, but everything would work out soon enough. That’s exactly how it went. People are kind, and helpful, and lead interesting lives very different from my own. As such, this little trip has turned out to be a good idea. And I’m learning so much Deutsch!

Chau.