Hola everyone. Life is going well here. Have really been getting into things - my Spanish is really improving; I´m meeting lots of nice people at the residencia; and I´ve been out tons with lots of different friends (I actually even went out and had drinks with a couple Argentine guys who spoke very little English Tuesday night - which was fabulous for my Spanish and quite fun). Last night me and my gal pals got super dressed up and went all out - we started at 6 for Happy Hour and ended with a sunrise walk home from Plaza Cerrano. It was hell making it to school this morning, but I did, and as there were only 4 of us in class today, I had lots of opportunity to speak. I´m so glad I went. I´ve also been looking for options for the summer, and I think I might have some classes in Bs As set up. I need to do bit more research though. I´m off to Iguasu Falls with CEA this weekend. I´m really excited! It´s going to be a blast and so pretty! Taking yet another overnight bus there and then back in a plane on Monday. Will update.

Life in Bs As . . .

Back to normal life in Bs As. Except, haha, life in Bs As is never normal. Generally, I just mean that nothing completely out of the ordinary has been happening since I got back from Mendoza.

Went to Uraguay last Saturday with CEA. It was nice getting together with everyone. It was a three hour boat ride each way - I slept the way there and played on the way back. We were in Colonia, which is just a cute little romantic town that has been founded for hundreds of years and has all the prerequisit pretty, old buildings, coble stone streets, leafy trees, and pretty water views. We had a tour, but it was in Spanish. So, I didn´t really try to pay too much attention. Basically, just hung out and explored with some food and wine mixed in.

My Spanish lessons are going well. I´m really starting to improve. I´m actually really excited about Spanish again. And, some days, I can´t wait to practice. I´m doing much better in my class as well. The test is next week, and I think I´ll do fine. Don´t get me wrong, I still suck, but there is some hope.

Besides that, I have been keeping myself busy. I have gone out with friends or on a date every night and during the day - I have classes or I study or shop or do lunch or walk or go to the gym. Things are good at the residencia. The people are really nice. My roommate, Yamilla, is really nice but is always turning on the lights when she comes in really late. My other roommate is very very sweet but is always with her boyfriend.

I have a new favorite place in Buenos Aires - my balcony. I pull my table and a chair out there and study or read. I´m on the second floor and am surrounded by other antique buildings and lots of pretty trees. I´m low enough that I can watch all the people and cars pass by in close proximity, but high enough that not many people notice me there. I do get the occassional serenade by a Romeo wanna be. I used to always make myself go out during the day, but now I can sit right on my balcony and watch all the variety of Bs As pass me by - moms with babies, business men in suits, couples, children, cute old men, expats . . . . It´s a writer´s paradise. I quite enjoy imagining up romantic lives for the people who pass my balcony and who live in the apartments around me. During the day, I can put on a sundress and catch the afternoon sun while I read, study, write, and listen to music. At night, I light some candles, pull out the 3 peso vino tinto, and tone down the music to more mello, romantic tones. It´s all very romantic, and love it. I have to admit that I do have quite the princess complex. Even though I don´t need to be rescued, I do like the romanticism of waiting for my knight in shining armor to come scale the wall and sweep me off my feet. Ok, enough of my whimsicalism . . .

Another favorite that I´ve developed is the taste for creme cheese, salami, chese, olive, and potato chip sandwhiches. I just crave them. It´s all I´ve eaten for the past four days. This afternoon, I was making my sandwhich in the dining room, and as I crushed my chips between the bread and realied that I was wearing a jean skirt, a pink and grey striped sweater, ballet slippers, and pig tales, I thought ¨wow, I really am 12.¨

Anways, that´s about all that´s going on. I am really working on figuring out the summer. I think that I´m staying here to continue with my Spanish and travel more, but I´m working out the details. I have to figure it out soon because I´m technically out of the recidencia in ten days.

Back to Mendza . . .

Ok, so Lisa and I were enjoying being in the park so much that we didn´t leave until it was nearly dark. By the time we reached the hostel, it was dark and Abby was getting worried that we´d been sent off to Chilean prision because the guy at the hostel told her that it was illegal to drink in the park. Opps. We were also regalled with several tales of day time muggings. Yay for us! We unwittngly illuded both the police and the criminals and somhow managed a peaceful day in the park in Santiago.

Anyways, while we had gone, the hostel had livened up. There were now about a dozen other guests hanging out and starting to drink. So, we ended up staying in and drinking and chatting with them. We had planned to do dinner out, but we weren´t really hungry and we were having too much fun to leave. So, on top of the wine cooler buzz, we downed the Corona 40s and the bottle of wine. It wasn´t really a crazy night, but it was fun to meet new people and just hang in with them.

Anyways, we were up the next morning and on the bus heading back to Mendoza at 830 am. About 8 hours, a really long border crossing, and two more stamps in the passport later, we arrived back to Mendoza.

By the time we got settled back into our hostel in Mendoza, most of the day had passed us by. And, considering the next day was Easter, there wasn´t really anything to do the next day. So, we got dressed up and went out to another casino, Mexican dinner (complete with cheap margaritas), and out to this street with tons of bars. We stayed out pretty late and then headed back to the hostel where we slept until noon the next day.

After we made it out of bed, we packed up our things and spent the day having lunch, shopping at the feria, contacting ou families, and studying in the huge, lovely, bussling park near our hostel. It was a peaceful day, but I was feeling a bit sad and lonely even after spending an hour on the phone with my family and being with my two best girlfriends on the continent.

We each got a little bottle of wine and boarded the bus for Bs As at 6. There were alot of nice kids heading back to Bs As, so we chatted with them, and I did some much neglected studing. Every over night bus that I´ve taken in this country was supposed to be coma (more fully reclining seats), however, has always turned out to be semi-coma (petty much coach airline seats) when we´ve arrived. Somehow we must have communicated well with the travel agent this time because we ended up in full coma! They actually served us a hot, although terrible, meal and then I curled up and slept somwhat soundly in my full coma chair.

I woke in the morning to find that the bus had broken down just outside of Bs As. Eveyone got off and took cabs. Of course this caused me to be 45 minutes late for class. But, I made it. and, all´s well that ends well.

Overall, it was a nice trip. It was really relaxed. Unfortunately, I feel like I was a little bit of a bummer because I was so sad most of the trip. My friends would just look at me and know when I was having a bad moment. They would say, hey I know that look, stop it or just come over and give me a hug. But, honestly, I probably couldn´t have been in a better situation to cope with a broken heart than traveling with great friends and drinking great wine. I´m just sad that the trip had to be under a veil of sadness. But, such is life. We still had a good time. And life moves on . . .

Off to Chile . . .

After two days in Mendoza, we headed off to Chile on the second night. We had arranged for an overnight bus and booked a hostel for the following night, however, we hadnt done much more planning than that. So, we got on our bus for yet another night of sleeping sitting upright in a bus at around 11 p.m., or so we thought . . . I think that Lisa and Abby stayed up, but I passed out right away because I was really tired. So, I slept somewhat consistently until the bus stopped at around 230 a.m. At that point an official looking man came aboard and everyone started to get off. So, it was pretty clear that we were supposed to get off the bus for some reason. Getting off the bus was fairly scary. We had left Mendozas city scape and temperate climate to be transported high in the Andes mountains in the middle of a snow storm, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. It was really creepy. I had the distinct feeling that we were about to be lined up and shot by scary looking Chilean military men. But, it turned out that we were just at the border and needed to be processed through customs.

It was a long and confusing process and the fact that it was 230 in the morning and we were groggy and cold didnt help matters at all. I was so greatful that Abbys Spanish is fairly evolved because there was alot of confusion and we actually ended up in several wrong lines. I cant imagine having to do that alone with my current grasp on the Spanish language. It was such a surreal experience and a little unfun, but it all ended well with a pretty Chile stamp in my passport and back on the warm bus.

Until two and a half hours later at 4 a.m. Chilean time . . .

. . . we arrived in Santiago in the middle of the night with no where to go and no local currency. I know this sounds terrible, but as I was standing waiting for my bag from the bus in the middle of freezing Chile in the middle of the night with no money, I felt something inside me stir that I hadnt felt in a while, the pure adrenaline and excitement for travel. I couldnt help laughing. Abby had run inside to use the bathroom, but discovered that she couldnt enter without paying, and again, we had no local currency. She wasnt happy, but I was laughing somewhere deep down. I kept half joking about finding the Hilton and staying there all day and watching American TV and ordering room service. But, alas, there was an ATM in the station, so I got some cash and we grabbed a cab to the hostel we had booked for that night.

On the way to the hostel we saw everyone leaving the local clubs. I was kind of hoping they wouldnt let us in so we could go to the Hilton, but the did. However, they didnt have a room for us until noon. We were exausted and wanted nothing more than to sleep. So, the attendant called around and found us another hostel. It was really funny because we thought that they said it was a four star hotel but what he said was the name of the hostel that sounded like saying a four star hotel. We got another cab and pulled up at what we were expecting to be a four star hotel, but clearly wasnt. Again, funny . . . Anyways, we got checked into a six person room with no one else in it and passed out until noon local time.

Around noon I got up and showered. Lisa followed after. And, Abby kept sleeping . . . So, Lisa and I went out in search of food while Abby got ready. It because apparent very early on that EVERYTHING was closed because it was good Friday. Again, terrific planning on our part. We walked for about two miles. Santiago is a pretty, large city, somewhat like Buenos Aires, but not as big or as compacted. Like Buenos Aires, there are alot of really nice parks. The streets were dead and the only things that we found open on our walk were one crappy convinience store and, of course, McDonalds. So, guess what, we ate McDonalds in Chile. You heard me, McDonalds. Everything was closed!!!

When we got back to the hostel, we asked the front desk about what would be open and what we should do. His answer was to go buy liquor and drink at the hostel. Haha. So, we went along with one of the guys who worked there and another girl staying there to the grocery store. It was pretty much like any supermercado in Buenos Aires - big store, lots of foreign food, lots of ham, cheap liquor . . . We each bought 40s of wine coolers, Coronas, and a bottle of red wine to split.

We took our huge wine coolers and our books and went to the park to sit and relax. It was one of the nicest days Ive spent traveling. It was quiet and mello, but I was still immersed in the culture. And, since nothing was open, there was no guilt about not doing anything. I spent my time thinking about what I am going to do when my time here officially ends. Its been something Ive been putting off deciding for a while.

Anyways, I will write more later. I am at an internet cafe, but I have to head home so that I can get my laundry before they close.

Mendoza (continued) . . .

Mendoza (Day 2) . . . Vineyard Hopping . . .

Well on day two in Mendoza we got up and headed to the vineyards outside of town. For some reason we decided to do it on our own utilizing the public bus system instead of taking a tour. So, we got on the bus and drove about 45 minutes before the bus driver told us we should get off. The highlight of the bus trip was the two cute (in an inocent, adorable way) morman boys who kept flirting with us in the cutest way. When we got off, we were left in the middle of a dirt road surrounded by a couple run down looking buildings. No vineyards in site. However, there just happened to be a visitor center right in the middle of the road on a type of boulevard. So, we went in and they showed us on a map where some vineyards were. However, we had arrived just in time for the two hour period when all the vnieyards close. So, the tourist kiosk suggested that we have lunch at a nearby restaurant. The restaurant was cute but the food and wine were a bit overrated and overpriced. Still, you can´t complain too much about having a meal with two great girlfriends alfresco on a beautiful day in wine country.

Now let me just start by saying that vineyards in Mendoza were different than the vineyards that I visited in South Africa. The stunning scenery was just not there. It was nice and there were olive bushes of course, but around that was desert. There was none of the rolling hills and greenery like in Stellenbach. It was just very different. Also, the tastings were much different. Instead of the 5 or more wines that every vineyard in Stellenbach allowed you, we got 1, 2, and 3 at the respective vineyards we went to in Mendoza.

After lunch, we headed out to the nearest vineyard by foot. It was a good km from the restaurant. It was a nice vineyard. They took us on a tour of the grounds, in Spanish of course. I didn´t really understand anything, but it was still fun to walk around. It was funny because in several places we walked through puddles of water. It wasn´t a big deal, but I kept thinking how in the U.S. letting groups of tourists walk through massive puddles of water inside a factory would be a lawsuit waiting to happen. Things are just much more relaxed in Argentina. At the end of that tour, we got to taste a glass of red and a glass of white. Niether were great. While we were finishing our red, the three of us sat on a little stage in the tasting room. When we got up, we descovered we´d sat on black, wet varnish. Haha. It was pretty funny. We all had black and white stuff stuck to our butts. We got the white parts off in the bathroom, but I fear the black varnish is never coming out.

After the first vineyard, we took another km walk to a chocolate and liquor factory. It was really neat. They gave a little discussion about the factory and then took you into the tasting room where you could choose a liquor and chocolate to sample. I ended up buying a bottle of chocolate and banana liquor and orange juice type liquor. I´m going to try to save them to bring home.

Finally we decided to call a cab for the next vineyard. It was getting late and there weren´t any more in walking distance. Our ¨cab¨ended up being a nice little man in a beat up red car. He took us to a really nice, french vineyard. They gave us a shorter tour, in Spanish, and then we got to sample three wines. They had really nice wines and I wrote down the names so that I could buy them in Buenos Aires instead of lugging them. They had a promotion that you could pay 5 pesos and try 4 more wines, so we did that too.

Then, we decided to op out of the bus and let our nice driver man take us back to town. We only had a few hours before our bus to Chile left and we were full and tired, so we decided to try to see a movie. Unfortunately, none of the times worked out. So, we did a little shopping and had a light dinner before returning to the hostel to get our bags.

Then we were off to Chile . . . And, I´ll write about that later . . .

Happy Easter everyone. Have been having a nice trip. Went vinyard hopping on Thursday and then went to Chile for Friday. Lots to write about. Back in Mendoza yesterday. Just having a chill day today. Heading back on an overnight bus to Bs As tonight. Will write it all out soon.

In Mendoza . . .

Hola from Mendoza - wine capital of Argentina. I arrived here yesterday after an overnight bus ride with Lisa and Abby. I really was exausted, so after a couple of glasses (or plastic cups) of wine, I was out for about 12 hours, only waking up about once an hour. You´ve gotta love sleeping in the upright position.

Anyways, we got here yesterday and checked into our hostel for the night, Campo Base. It was a cute, colorful place with lush matresses on the bunk beds.

We basically walked around and explored the city. It is really pretty. It reminds me of a relaxed version of the suburbs of Bs As. The weather is really nice. I wish I would have brought more skirts. So, we walked around stopping in cafes for lunch, dessert, and wine. We also checked out the tourist office. We found out info on wine tours and going to Chile.

After heading back to the hostel for showers, we went out for a really nice Italian dinner. Then, we headed to the casino. The Black Jack tables were full, so I just played some slots. Ended up losing a little, but not too much.

Then we headed back to the hostel and were in bed for two. The room was dark and the beds were comfy. I didn´t want to wake up.

Eventually we got up and had our breakfast of bread, jam, and tea. Today we´re heading out to take the public bus vineyard hopping and tonight we´re taking an overnight bus to Chile. It should be a fun day.

Beyond that, it´s the second day that I´ve gone without speaking to Ben. We decided that we really needed space to get over our breakup. It´s really hard but it´s getting easier every day. I´m realizing that I will find someone better when the timing is better. If anyone out there knows any very handsome, successful, sweet men they want to set me up with, please pass on my email address - haha.

I´ll update again when I can.

Ok. Well, since the last post I wrote . . . I have continued my Spanish lessons. They are helping me so much. It's gotten me excited about learning Spanish again. I have been really bummed about the break up with Ben. But, we have been doing the whole, we broke up but we're still acting like a couple thing. I think that is finally nipped though. It's sad, but breakups are always hard. I remember that I felt just as bad about my break up with Matt, but it was different because I was at home and had my friends and family around, plus, I knew that wasn't right and it was a mutual split that was a long time coming. Anyways, before you start feeling too sad for me . . . I had a date last night with an American named Seth. I met him a couple months ago and decided to give him a call after Ben and I broke up. We had alot of fun. We had a nice dinner, walked along the river, and went to the casino. I think it was too soon for me to date, because I really wasn't feeling it. He is a nice guy though so maybe we'll just be friends. His dad is Argentine, so he speaks perfect Spanish, so if nothing else, he can help me practice my Spanish. Heading to Mendoza on an overnight bus this evening with Abby and Lisa. That's all for now.

Mucho Changes in Bs As . . .

Ok. I wrote this days ago, but I haven't been able to get to a wireless connection until now.

WELL!!! This is one update that won’t start out with “really nothing new has happened.” My life in Buenos Aires has dramatically changed since the last time I wrote. I wish I had had time to update you as it went along, but things have been nuts here!

The Beach
Anyways, I spent the weekend at the beach with CEA. We went to a place called Mara Del Plata about five hours from Bs As. It was really nice to see the whole group again. I really thought that the weather was going to suck, so I wasn’t expecting much. But, it turned out that the weather was sunny and warm. It was cold for the cold water, pero perfecto for laying out. The first night they took us for a dinner at a really good pizza place. Then we got some drinks and went back to our very nice hotel. We ended up sitting in someone’s room and drinking and listening to someone’s ipod. By the time people were ready to go out at around 3, Abby (my roommate on the trip and best CEA friend) and I had already retired to bed for a decent night’s sleep.

The next day we went on a little tour. It was a lot of fun. They took us around the area. The highlight for me was seeing the sea lion colony. It wasn’t really that impressive. Just a couple dozen sea lions hanging around near the water next to a fishery. It was super smelly and the sea lions were more dirty looking than cute. But, it was neat to see. There was also a stop for a view and at a warf with the traditional orange fishing boats in the harbor. Besides that we just saw interesting buildings, museums, and streets from a bus window.

After the tour, it was beach time. Abby and I picked up the mixings for mimosas, changed into our suits, and met the group on the beach. It was really nice to just sit in the sun and read. When the sun was starting to set, Kyle pulled out his guitar and started playing. By this time, there were only a few of us left. It was so wonderful being on the beach with friends, listening to guitar music and the crashing waves. Music always makes life more vivid for me.

That night CEA took us out for a fancy dinner. We ordered steaks, seafood, wine, and nice desserts. I had a very nice steak and plenty of red wine of course. After the dinner, we headed out to a bar. It was kind of dead as its off season. Someone mentioned going to a casino, so I hopped in that cab. I played a couple slots and ended up winning 300 pesos early on. Abby was with me, but she didn’t want to use money, so I turned in about 200 pesos and we played slots and had drinks with the rest. Then we wandered by the tables. I really wanted to play blackjack, but I felt a little intimidated playing in Argentina when I hadn’t played in a while. I scoped out the tables for a while and noticed that practically no one was playing with the odds. So, I finally figured out where to get chips and sat at a table. I was playing really well. I was betting low, but I still ended up 120 pesos ahead on it. I was just starting to get comfortable and considering making higher bets when they casino closed. So, that was that night . . .

The next day, Abby and I went and walked the city. We walked along the road along the beach. We ended up at a fair where we did some shopping. Then we walked into the commercial district. After a couple hours, we had lunch at this restaurant in an old fort on the ocean with a romantic history. It was lovely. Then, we walked back along the beach and met up with the group for our five hour bus ride back to Bs As.

End of Trip. It was nice. And, since I barely spent any money and won some, I came back with more money than I left with. That was a nice surprise!


My Fabulous Spanish Lesson . . .

Monday I had my first private Spanish lesson. The teacher’s name is Elizabeth. She lives in the city center. So, that forces me to get out of my hood. I found her house right away off the bus, which was a relief since I forgot to bring a map. My lesson was so great!!! She was so nice and she spoke to me in English once in a great while when I needed it. I also felt comfortable speaking Spanish with her. So, I feel like I learned so much and actually practiced speaking. It made me excited about Spanish again.


The Drama Begins . . .

I don’t think that I mentioned this in my blog before, but the impending separation of Ben and I has been weighing on our relationship a lot lately. It’s been causing a lot of arguments. No matter what, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. So, we had a talk and broke up on Monday night. My heart was really really broken. I called my girlfriends Abby and Lisa and they came and met me at a bar and literally, not kidding, cried their hearts out with me. I don’t think that I’ve ever cried like that in front of anyone before and no one has definitely joined me balling before. They wouldn’t even let me pay any of the bill. It was so sweet. It made me feel good to have such great friend. It still hurt though, a lot.

The Drama Gets Out of Control . . .

I didn’t fall asleep that night. I was too upset. I knew that in the morning, I wouldn’t get any rest because mi madre would drive me nuts and the maid was coming. So, I packed all the things I would need and decided to spend the day away.

When I tried to leave the house mi madre cornered me and started nagging the hell out of me. She’s been doing this for a couple of weeks now. It seems like every time I see her she has a complaint about something that I’m doing. But, she says it in a sweet underhanded way and keeps going and going and going. But, she just went crazy yesterday morning. She just bitched and bitched and bitched at me about everything she could think of. Just ridiculous. She was pissed because I hadn’t given her enough notice about going the beach because she might have wanted to leave town (which she had told me the morning before). She was really pissed because I hadn’t come home until late and thus hadn’t eaten one of the whole ten dinners she’s made me since I’ve been here until late. She was pissed because my room wasn’t clean enough even though I had just spent 20 minutes cleaning since I have been lectured several times about cleaning my room before the maid comes (seriously!). She just went on and on and on. I had enough. You can imagine that I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. I wasn’t rude by any means, but I didn’t put up with it either.

So, when I left I decided that I needed to call and speak with the woman in charge of my program. I told her that I didn’t need to move but that she needed to talk to this woman and put in perspective her role as landlady not mother and unselfish host. So, a couple of hours later, I get a phone call from my director, Gabby. She told me that she wanted me to move out of there today. She said that she thought Orieta was crazy. So, she asked where I wanted to go. I decided on the residencia since it was the easiest option.

I called Ben and let him know what happened and asked if he could help me move that night. I told him that I understood if he didn’t want to. But, he actually left work then and there to come help me. I was really nervous about going up to get my stuff. I was starting to feel bad that maybe I’d acted too hastily and this poor woman’s heart was broken that I was leaving her. But, when I got up there, she was so nasty. She had all my bags packed and sitting in the living room. I was shocked. I was pissed that she touched my stuff. But, I was staying calm and just making sure that she’d gotten everything. Ben really stood up for me and told her that she had no right to move my things. She started complaining about how nasty American and Brittish people were and how completely disgusting and dirty my room was. I swear mom, it wasn’t. I am barely there, I don’t have that much stuff, the maid had “cleaned” the week before, and I had spent 20 minutes cleaning that morning. She was frickin nuts. I stayed really calm until she started saying something like, “someone got much more kindness than she deserved, much more. . .” That’s when I looked at her and said, “that’s enough. You were getting paid for me being here . . .” Then Ben stopped me. But, she also stopped. Didn’t have anything to say back to that. I was so glad to get out of there.

So, Ben and I and a car full of suitcases went over to the residentia. It’s a big house for international students. It’s not nice, nice, but it’s nicer than where I was living and set up much better for my purposes. I life in a very large room with four beds and two other roommates. Both my roommates are Argentine girls. It’s kind of scary, but they are both super super nice and it will be amazing for me to be forced to practice my Spanish now that I’m feeling more confident with my lessons. I have to sleep on the top bunk, but I actually think that’s kind of an adventure since I haven’t done in since I fell off in summer camp. I live right next door to the other CEA girls who stay here. And, our two rooms share a really cute little balcony with large French doors. There are a couple desks, a tv, shelves, a refrigerator, a phone, and individual locked closets.

The house has a couple of common spaces to hang out and eat, and there are some computers, and wireless connection in the common areas. The students are a mix of Argentine and international. So, there is a lot of Spanish spoken. We are fed breakfast, lunch, and dinner Monday through Friday and our on our own for meals on the weekend. For dinner last night they had pasta with a nice meat sauce, bread, and a salad bar. For breakfast there were eggs, crapes, cereal, oatmeal, fruit, and fresh squeezed orange juice. The best part is that I don’t have to arrange my meals with someone. If I’m hungry and around, I know when the meals are. If I don’t show up or change my mind about going out, it’s no big deal. It’s such a nice change.

So, even though I’m sad about breaking up with my boyfriend and being treated so unkindly by my senora, I am actually feeling really happy with my new home and my renewed excitement of learning Spanish due to my private lessons. I am happy because I realized that Ben and I were going to have to break up sometime or another, but I am really happy to have such a great friend who helped me out so much last night. I’m not saying it doesn’t still hurt. But, I think the surrounding change helped so much with that.

I had another private Spanish lesson today. It was so good. I feel like I’m learning so much. Even though you would have thought that the past 24 hours were a nightmare, I’m actually feeling surprisingly more happy than I’ve felt in a while. If things keep going well, I may spend more time in Bs As this summer and keep going with my lessons. I feel like I’m finally progressing after standing still for so long. I have another lesson Friday. Tonight I’m going out for Thai with friends. Then, tomorrow I’m going to some sort of show with CEA. Friday, I’ve been invited to a dinner/club thingy. Just booked a trip with Abby and Lisa to Mendoza for Easter. So, things aren’t too bad here.

The drama has been good. I’m positive me again. I remember why I wanted to be here!!!

I’ll keep you updated.