So. I'm going start getting more brief and to the point with these blogs. Because...I have to. I'm going to be in classes soon and my free time meter will drop to LOW. So...
Tigre. On Tuesday a group of friends and I shot north a ways to Tigre, a rather touristy destination. It's located by the river/canal and is a less populated, more rural location. Also very beautiful and relaxed feeling. After some serious issues with getting all together and leaving in the morning, we made our way by train (SUPER cheap). We made a stop in San Isidro, a suburb of Buenos Aires of a very chill air. Chill. Minus the calor. Beautiful town. See the photos here and on Facebook.
The Tren de la Costa (which was supposed to be...and was, very beautiful) was CROWDED and full. Oh well. When we got there we gathered our peeps all together and hit up a nice relaxing boat tour. It lasted about an hour and a half or more, including a ciesta when we got off the boat and walked around a bit. Most of us wanted to sleep. Some even did. It was a very comfortable and gentle boat ride. The canal/river is pretty interesting and full of good sights.
I don't have a lot to say about this day elsewise...we spent a while tossing about my frisbee. That was valuable time to me, because I love frisbee and haven't gotten to throw around for a good long while. Very fun :) My purple Chameleon disc got it's initiation. As a discraft ultrastar it flew very true. Lovely.
To steal a method of getting through a lot with few words from another blogger here, let me summarize best as I can:
Heat.
Sweatiness.
Coca-Cola. And Pizza.
Hot.
Calor.
Fishers.
Joking around lots.
Cheap Mcdonalds cone (YES).
Standing forever on the train ride home.
Humongous Cena de...pizza. More pizza.
Shower. (Thank you Dear Lord)
Great sleep.
Yeah. Pretty much in that order. But not entirely.
Tomorrow I'm headed to San Antonio de Areco to check out the life of Gauchos. This day trip signifies the end of our "orientation" activities and such. I'm really excited. Until next time,
Cariños.
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