Shoutout to Erica, DJ Sunshine, and
So last week, after many moons of planning and saving, and with help from my parents, I got on a plane to Buenos Aires—to live, work and learn down here until May 2010 when I intend on starting, or really, continuing another journey: to become an excellent teacher. It’s only a five month trip away from home, but for many of you out there raised in
As you can imagine this past week has welcomed a whirlwind of new experiences. The first four days I got here, I think I got lost pretty much everytime i walked out the front door. I missed buses. Got on wrong buses. Showed up to museums that were closed. It occurred to me the other night, as I scratched relentlessly at bloody mosquito bites that this bout of pain and suffering i was experiencing was well deserved. On two separate occasions, I joined my roommate out on the terrace in bball shorts and a tee and in two separate assaults, my arms, legs, ankles and feet got obliterated by mosquitos. Let the record show that: 1. I found myself in unfamiliar territory (summer time in south america); 2. I didn’t take the time to think about how my actions/expectations might have to be different in this new territory (bug spray needs to be applied and/or clothing worn); and 3. as a result, I got got (the mosquitos took advantage of my ignorance and did me in as if I was a gringo tourist walking down the wrong street in a city somewhere in south america…). See Mos’s classic “Got” for a more nuanced look at the ins and outs of getting got: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARvX7ROjrSg
I can handle getting ravaged by mosquitos from time to time, but as I begin this journey I am afraid of getting got in other, more major ways. But, at least in
When you are living in a city and you can’t communicate with depth and ease, it is as if all the mechanisms of the city become privy to your vulnerability. It’s not the people. No. They are your knights and knightesses in shining armor. I have already met so many angels since i've came here. I've visited this one particular Farmacia almost every day because the drug store owner (who reminds me a lot of my grandpa and who also happens to have a fox of a grandadaughter working behind the counter) has already become a friend, city guide and spanish teacher to me. No it’s not the people. It’s the organization. The system. And of course, it is me. No hablo espanol, guey. And that’s a major part of the problem.
So bottom line: I want to work hard to learn Spanish, get a job, make new friends, and avoiding getting got in any major ways.
Thanks for reading along on my first ever blog entry.
paz y amor,
PwLL
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What if you get got by your own self?
ReplyDeletePaz mi amigo. Los mosquitos van a morderte pero trata la citronilla. Mi amigo Jeff dijo la otra dia que debo empezar un blog tambien, casi yo lo hare. Gracias para su mensaje y no preocupa! La semana primera o segunda son los mayores dificiles. Paz amor y jardines.
ReplyDelete-- p.s. - como estan los jardines y plantas?
Thanks for the love, Andy.
ReplyDeleteTo think, I met you and your long legs way back in the North American Summer of '02 ... I wish you safe travels and many, many happy adventures (and luck with the foxy granddaughter). Excited to keep up with your inspiring journey!
Limón.... limones tienen poderes mágicos!
ReplyDeleteI'm looking forward to reading more about your experience. And see some of your pictures too. Be easy, andy! Love.
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