The day of rest in Buenos Aires is taken very seriously. I never thought a city with over 13 million people could ever feel empty, but around 1 o'clock on a Sunday afternoon, it does. I contemplated doing a few cartwheels on Av. Santa Fe, but I haven't quite figured how to explain myself in Spanish, yet.
The schedule here for eating is pretty much from a different stratosphere. I haven't entirely figured out when breakfast is eaten, or if it even exists. It might be replaced with strong cups of coffee or mate. Lunch is traditionally eaten between 2:00 and 3:30. Restaurants don't start opening for dinner until around 9pm, and most places don't get crowded until around 10 or 10:30pm. So as you can see waiting to eat dinner here is a marathon for the appetite. I've been training for this adjustment the last few days. Like right now, it's almost quarter til 9p, and maybe I'll start thinking about dinner around 9:15. In reality, I'm starving, but I must hold out til at least 9p. So I'll just take a long time to finish this post. People need to start interacting on this blog more so I have more excuses to keep posting instead of working on my TEFL.
I moved into my new place today. It seems pretty great for now. My room is pretty simple. Basic. It has a set of useful bunk beds. Two closets. And no mirror? I'm going to need to add a little spice. The only problem is that it seems to be fairly chilly in here. Of course I can't really tell because I'm using a 150W light bulb as a space heater. It works pretty good actually.
I'm also a little timid about socializing because my Spanish is lacking, but I'll never learn if I never try.
Well my watch just beeped for the hour. Looks like I'll be eating dinner early tonight. Chau!