Goodbyes are never easy.

6-17-10
I woke up and watched the first half of the Argentina game at the residencia. At halftime, Chelsey and I headed to Ellis's hostel.There we watched the second half. It was pretty epic of a game. After, I walked among the horns and celebrations and headed to school. At school, I waited 2.5 hours (half an hour into the next class) just to get my grade. It was really annoying. Because of this, I missed lunch. I dropped off my grades and got food.

After, I packed a good portion. I then burnt a cd of photos of the kids from Aldea Yanapay for my friend to give them. I then hung out and packed. I went out and bought a new dress shirt before meeting up with friends for cupcakes. After, I got dressed and headed to the goodbye dinner.

It was delicious. It was an all you can eat place. We all drank and talked and had a good time. But then the goodbyes started and that is when things got sad. Say goodbye to the program directors, especially one was particularly hard. They have been family here and I have nothing but love for them.

After, I went to a friend's apartment where we watched the basketball game and hung with friends. Then I ran into Elysa from Guilford. We hung out and chilled and chatted about the land we miss. Then I headed home.

Feeling the Music at La Bomba

3-15-10
I woke up and got my stuff ready for class. I then relaxed for a bit and read. Eventually, I got lunch which I quickly ate due to having class at 1. After lunch, Chelsey, Joe and I quickly dashed to school. I met up with some people before my history class started. We discussed the pre independence structure of South America. It was rather interesting. I love this history. I hope to learn more in the future. We got out early so I hung out with some people in the meantime. I picked up my book for my Political and Social Change class. I then met some people in other programs who seem chill.

In Spanish, we mostly just talked about random stuff. It reminds me a lot of my Spanish class back in Madrid. I prefer it than actually sticking to a text book. After, I walked home where I met up with people. We grabbed some stuff and headed to Leslie's. We hung out there for a while before heading to this place called La Bomba. It happens every Monday night. Its a big warehouse where professional drummers, play while hundreds if not more just dance and have a good time. It was a lot of fun. I ran into some friends, including one of the girls who works at the hostel I stayed at here, and my friend Elysa from Guilford. After, I walked some girls home and then pretty much crashed since I have a class at 10 on Tuesdays.