Three weeks and counting....

Hard to believe, but oh, so true....... I've only three more weeks left in Buenos Aires, before heading out west. The curious little kid in me wants to spend every single second of the time cramming all the rides and sugary treats into every single moment I have left. And yet, to do so would go against the great lesson of Birgitta-"doing" everything isn't important, is only important to love and enjoy the few things that you choose to the fullest.

Spending time learning and practicing Spanish over the next three weeks pretty much goes without saying. I'll be in Spanish classes everyday, but as of five days ago, I only speak Spanish. I feel sorry for the people that have to endure my fubling around, but besides communicating with those of you in the States, speaking only in Spanish here really is the only way to learn. Many people in BA speak English so it would be possible to get along without it, but once you begin traveling outside of the city it's more difficult to depend on it. One of the German gals, Luciana, in the house is fluent in Spanish. She has turned out to be a wondefully patient Spanish reference, teacher and friend.

Other than that, Tango lessons are on the top of the list of things to try. Tango dancing is no joke here in Buenos Aires. It has a cult following of sorts that if I didn't know it was only dancing, I might be afraid to pursue it too intently. It's a serious sport here, for the seriously passionate. There is a documentary film on the subject, Surrender Tango, which I haven't seen yet, but I'm told it suggests that the rules and roles of the Tango are a metaphor for relationships. Sounds like the best self-help book I could ever dance!! I saw my first show last week, Tramatango. There are no words to describe the amazing dancers, but legs and high heels were flying! What more could I ask for, good excersice and relationship therapy all in one package.

I also hope to visit a very famous cemetary here, Recoletta, Casa de Queso, a cheese store (hehe), and El Ateneo, a gorgeous theater from the 1920 that has now been convered into a bookstore. And the rest, well, I think I'll enjoy it more if I allow it to bloom up along the way.