la plata, buenos aires

so i know it's been forever. p.s., i love the new format of the blog. kudos to linda, i'm guessing?

i'm so sorry it's been ages since posting; life here is time consuming albeit slow. very slow. too slow.

anyway, i arrived in buenos aires a little over a couple weeks ago. they don't have as strict of emissions standards here so all the cars emit a LOT of exhaust that makes the entire city smell like a garage perpetually. the weather is temperate to cold. there are a few days when it's perfect, but it doesn't feel perfect because of the pollution :(

it's okay though. the architecture's absolutely beautiful in the city. i actually am working in la plata which is the province capital, about 45-50 minutes away from the center of buenos aires.

work here is slow. i don't have very many official assignments, but i've taken over an account, which basically involves an agreement with the local produce distributor that allows a local cooperative to obtain about 10,000 kilos of fruit per week for free, with which to make marmalade. i'll help with the accounting/budgeting/marketing/and distributing. i am working with this great culinary professor who is offering her services/expertise to the women.

speaking of food. it's horrible here. NOBODY can handle spice here. ugh, i have to venture into the city to find a korean or mexican restaurant but i haven't really had the opportunity because the office allows for a food stipend but only if i eat with them or go to a location within la plata. and i've been spending way too much money.

i could go on an on but i'm gonna end with a dramatic story. this past friday, the other interns and i went to a gay club called AMERIKA. it's known for being really scandalous, but i didn't know HOW scandalous. it was about 4:30am and i decided to explore the other parts of the club. i went through this walkway/balcony that connected the cumbia/latin music room to the electronica room and i noticed that the entire balcony was dark and filled with people even though there wasn't any music playing in that section. i ventured in to see what was going on and realized it was hundreds of gay argentine men/boys feeling each other up, making out, giving each other handjobs and blowjobs....

i immediately got like 10 hands groping me through my clothes and got pulled aside by this really hot paraguayan guy about my age. he had a ripped body and his clothes were off, he made me start stroking his **** while making out with me intensely. i couldn't resist but after a while decided to get out of there because other guys were joining in and trying to get my clothes off. by the time i stumbled out of there, i realized i had been robbed of my passport, my credit card, my penn card, my cell phone, and some money.

SHIT.

oh well. going to the embassy either tomorrow or friday.