Why Not Sooner

This week was a smack in the face that parciales (mid-terms) are soon and that those and finals are all fitting into 6 weeks along with everything else. I am ready for a break from school and classes. I have a list of things to do before I leave and am slowly crossing one or two off ... I am not too sure I will get them all done. Exactly one week from now, I will be running my half marathon. Yes ... life goals. I feel pretty ready. It could be an interesting morning to get somewhere that early in the early morning and since I am only doing the half the course is not circular ... I pretty much start at one end of the city and run my 21K to the other side. Transportation could be interesting.

I love the tradition of the gnocchi on the 29th. I will continue as long as I remember. Its a good reason to go out and treat yourself to warm food; unlike the food in the Residencia.

My learning excursion of the week was the Museum of Arte Hispanoamericano. It was filled with pieces from the 17-18th century with elaborate metal and wood pieces of furniture and decor which would belong perfectly in a castle or mansion. There was also a really neat photography exhibit of an indigenous tribe. I think after all of my museums here photography is my favorite type of art. The museum had a sweet setup because it is one of the oldest buildings in a newer neighborhood. It has a nice courtyard filled with plants and a tiny church in the courtyard.

After the museum, we went to see 'Te amarè por siempre' aka 'Time Traveler's Wife'. I cried, it is on my list of top 3 books I have read; the movie doesn't do it too much justice. I was the only one crying; I was also the only one who had read the book. But I do remember crying with the book too ... in the rec center at KSU while on the treadmill reading the last few pages. Good story. I realized that I have only seen 3 movies since I have been here and don´t watch much to any television.

I went to my first tango class ever last night. I absolutely love it. The teacher was this cute, round, old man who wore a t-shirt and scarf. The class was filled with everyone ages 50 and up except my friend Molly and I. It was in a little dance studio off of a side little street. It is such a beautiful dance. Just like watching it is like a dream world. There is no eye contact, you look right at the person´s heart. There shouldn't be facial expression. The man leads but appears to do nothing... but secretly he is giving slight signs with his hand of what the girl should do. I had always wondered about the time and the music...from what I noticed last night, there is no correlation to the counts of the music...each couple goes at whatever tempo they want, pausing for dramatic effect and just flowing together. I want to get so much better and will take several more...I might even get a pair of heels which make it supposedly easier. It is beautiful.

I was at a little feria in Plaza Serrano in Palermo that has lots of crafts and homemade clothing vendors and happened to stumble upon some participatory graffiti. Translation: ´If I want, I can fly.´

Love.