I'll be like Greta

About 15 minutes ago I was enjoying the afternoon sun on our kitchen recliner. Greta, our family dog, was happily sleeping in the kitchen as well. Seeing as mom and her were about to go on a walk, I excitedly said, "Greta bear, are you ready to go!" She looked up at me inquisitively, tilted her head sideways, and then went back to sleeping. Just then, a stark realization came over me.

In Buenos Aires, people will talk to me and I'll react exactly as Greta did.

Housing Assignment

I just got my housing assignment and...there isn't much to it.

It says I'm living with a women, Silvia, and that I'll be living in the Recoleta neighborhood. I don't know if she's young, old, single, married, divorced, with kids, without kids, or anything.

I'm really hoping that it's an entire family I'm living with, but I'm doubtful. I would make the assumption, hopefully incorrectly, that if it was a family I was living with, they would have told me the man of the house's name. This may, once again, be completely wrong, and I hope it is, but that's my train of thought.

And so it begins...

Wow....I'm a blogger. That being said, let's get started.

Buenos Aires is less than two months away. I'm amazingly excited, yet I know the gut wrenching nervousness will soon kick in. Having had Holly and Lindsay both study abroad, I feel somewhat ahead of the curve on what to expect as to learning the language, culture shock, etc. However, hearing their stories and experiencing it myself will be two completely different things.

My Spanish is coming along at a decent rate. Flashcards for every imaginable word will soon be made. Having read what seems like every possible Buenos Aires spanish/slang website, I've come to accept the fact that the Spanish I'm currently studying will be almost completely worthless. They'll understand what I'm saying, but they sure won't like how it sounds.

I've got a great little money-making project in the works right now. I'll be posting on that later.

Ciao!