Hay Mucha Tarea (Day 8)

Over a week into this thing now. I'm comfortable in my cozy room in my Italian family's 5th floor Buenos Aires apartment. I'm accustomed to the feel of going to class and eating in the school cafeteria and walking the city like a porteño taking care of his business. All of these things I love. In fact, it could become problematic. Here's how:

I'm going to school every day for a very long time and coming home with a disgraceful amount of homework. I know, I know, I'm here to learn. Don't get me wrong, the classes are incredible and the teachers here are some of the best I've ever had. But when 5 hours of free time each day become 1 hour (and I'm really needing a nap) my days seem more like that of a high school student. One without a car or extracurricular activities or many friends.

Again, it sounds like I'm complaining. It's the opposite. I'm enamored with the city. My only qualm is that I don't have enough time to simply enjoy it. Live in it. Hopefully I can learn to manage my time better and achieve something extra, something other than just schooling (which is still great). Maybe it just means I'll need to come back.

After all of that, here's an easy to read, much less annoying LIST of things that were great about our last weekend in Colonia, Urugay:

Sunset over the river/ocean with gelatos

Falling asleep on the hotel roof sharing wine with friends

Southern Hemisphere constellations

Renting a golf cart and driving it on the beach (there are pictures, don't worry)

Soon I should do a post about the food here. Oh, the food. I love food. Lots of people love food.