Last night was rather interesting, Christmas and fireworks never went so well together. Or maybe not, considering the number of car alarms that went off from m80s.
I had my class with andres at 7 pm, and I noted that we went for an hour an a half, for 100 pesos, with his dance partner. For me, that's a ridiculously good value. Additionally, we traded music using my ipod, and I think we'll meet up again on Wendsday for another private.
After that, it took me about an hour to find a taxi from downtown, because all of the drivers were going home to visit their families. I eventually got lucky and found a cab stuck at an intersection that I conviced to give me a ride, but that was after it was determined that I wanted to go near where his home was.
I was walking around the neighborhood in Palermo, trying to find a place to eat, when I ran across a nice looking restaurant with an old gentleman who was the proprietor, sitting at the outside tables. He explained to me that he was there to help business, and I explained that I as around since Christmas isn't all that important to a jewish person anyway. Jorge eventually went on to tell me that he was a holocaust survivor from Dachau. He was a Hungarian who left for BA at the age of 20 (he's 80 now), and we had a long conversation (in Spanish) about secret jews in Hungary. It's pretty amazing to meet someone like that at all, much less in such a random fashion.
Dinner was Hungarian fare, with bitter eggs and fruit as the entre, goulash with gnocchi as the main course, and an orange parfait with a fluffy egg base and chocolate sauce for desert.
After my meal and conversation with Jorge was almost over, I met 3 guys from LA, who are here pretty much to party and nothing else. I'm going to get them to check out La Viruta I hope, and maybe tango in LA.
Oh, also, if you want a postcard, or know a good file sharing and picture sharing website, send me an e-mail at tinytransistor@gmail.com. I'd like to share some amazing video on top of my pics if I can.
I had my class with andres at 7 pm, and I noted that we went for an hour an a half, for 100 pesos, with his dance partner. For me, that's a ridiculously good value. Additionally, we traded music using my ipod, and I think we'll meet up again on Wendsday for another private.
After that, it took me about an hour to find a taxi from downtown, because all of the drivers were going home to visit their families. I eventually got lucky and found a cab stuck at an intersection that I conviced to give me a ride, but that was after it was determined that I wanted to go near where his home was.
I was walking around the neighborhood in Palermo, trying to find a place to eat, when I ran across a nice looking restaurant with an old gentleman who was the proprietor, sitting at the outside tables. He explained to me that he was there to help business, and I explained that I as around since Christmas isn't all that important to a jewish person anyway. Jorge eventually went on to tell me that he was a holocaust survivor from Dachau. He was a Hungarian who left for BA at the age of 20 (he's 80 now), and we had a long conversation (in Spanish) about secret jews in Hungary. It's pretty amazing to meet someone like that at all, much less in such a random fashion.
Dinner was Hungarian fare, with bitter eggs and fruit as the entre, goulash with gnocchi as the main course, and an orange parfait with a fluffy egg base and chocolate sauce for desert.
After my meal and conversation with Jorge was almost over, I met 3 guys from LA, who are here pretty much to party and nothing else. I'm going to get them to check out La Viruta I hope, and maybe tango in LA.
Oh, also, if you want a postcard, or know a good file sharing and picture sharing website, send me an e-mail at tinytransistor@gmail.com. I'd like to share some amazing video on top of my pics if I can.
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