Stories from my 14-month study abroad in Buenos Aires, my 16-month post-college move to Miami, and my get-me-the-hell-out-of-Miami move to Denver
Showing posts with label Making Friends. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Making Friends. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Plaza Francia

Location: Plaza Francia, Buenos Aires
When: Every Sunday
What: Friendships Being Formed to the Sounds of Live Music

This is a little video of Plaza Francia on a Sunday night. There is a huge market there all day and night. During the evening, a guitarist sets up on a hill and plays for a couple hours as about 250 people drink mate, smoke cigarettes, and hang out.







Capital Federal, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Meeting Portenos

I've come to realize that I'm very lucky with my home-stay family. Given, I don't have any host brothers that want to go out and party every night, but at the same time, everything happens for a reason. It only gives me most the motivation to go out and meet portenos. That being said, that's exactly what I did last night.

So, I've become great friends with a guy named Andy from LA. He and I are both interested in the same things and we both are super pumped to get out and meet portenos. Hence, last night, Andy invited me to a party. It was through a friend of his down here, and I was pretty psyched to go...but a little nervous too. How much Spanish do I really know...we were to find out.

Anyways, long story short, the party was great. I made three porteno friends, two of which live very close. We're going to hang out and have language lessons. Spanish one day, english the next. Estoy emocionado!


Capital Federal, Buenos Aires, Argentina

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Gipsy King Moment

Do you ever have those times where at one moment you're feeling shitty, then you turn on a good Gipsy King song, open WordReference, and you feel like you can actually learn this language? It's pretty cool. Hopefully it stays.

I've come to realize one thing. I've got to make things happen here. I can't expect Argentine friends to fall into my lap and conversation on the streets to just happen. I need to break out of my comfort zone and start making conversation. It's kind of like picking up girls, except I don't want their number, I just want them to be nice to me and speak slowly.

Back to writing!


Capital Federal, Buenos Aires, Argentina