So maybe I’m back

In terms of blogging, not internet dating.  I’ve been thinking more about what this page could be.  I’m still in flux as to whether or not I have enough material to be mildly entertaining to anyone.  But today I received an e-mail from a friend of mine who is living in Argentina.  She’s been there about a year now and plans on staying another year.  I find her South American life exciting, adventurous, and an incredible challenge, and she flourishes amazingly there.  But every once in a while the little things in life remind her of her “other” life, in the states, with English, and her car, and cupcakes – more on that later.  So I’m stealing her material and regifting it to you.  So here goes….

“once upon a time i moved to this crazy south american country argentina. due to the italian influence, the coffee here is delicious and widely available. when i was here in 2005, there was not a single place you could get coffee to go, and it usually cost around $1…the thought of spending $4 on coffee would be insane, because you could get a decent meal for that much. starbucks was not on anybodys mind. then as the country continues to recover from the 2001 economic crisis, things got nicer, people became more globally aware, and inflation took over. spending $7 pesos, a little more than US $2 on coffee became the norm. then starbucks came to one little trendy mall. for the last 3 weeks, the line has been 3 blocks long, people waiting for hours to try whats they see in the movies, to be cool, and all. its a status thing, and a novelty. it costs what it would cost in the states, so a medium latte is around $12 pesos ($4 US), which can buy you pizza or empanadas or another simple meal. not cheap. but people are obsessed. today, i was walking buy on the way to the farmacia, and noticed the line was only about 15 people deep. ahh, coffee in the morning. so i wait, am tripped out that i cant just spit out ¨non fat vanilla latte” and have to switch it to spanish. a little 13 year old punk in line behind me was overeager, blatantly cut me and then the 2 chicks in front of me in line. i got my coffee, which cost $9.75, and paid with a $10. they didnt have change. they had give me $2 back because they didnt have a single coin. i saw 1 person order the cheapest thing on the menu, an espresso, later to be very sad that it was a tiny cup a third of the way filled. hilarious.”

I love the interstitial moments in her life abroad.  Even the small things, the things in my life that can seem insignificant take on humorous, frustrating, and sometimes incredible qualities.  It’s those moments in between that would keep you on your toes, not so comfortable, keep you learning.  There’s something to living like that that’s appealing.