Counting days, counting down.

I've been trying to open this damn jar of pickles since, day 11, perhaps?

Today is day 79. And I still just want to eat my damn pickles. This is so un-Smith, but I need a big, strong man to come open the pickle jar.

Good thing I'll have one in 39 days (my dad!) and then another one 27 days after that (Clark!). Pickle feast. Until then, these gurken-sticks are stuck.

That's all. I went on a bike trip yesterday to Tigre (the place where I "camped" in a bar and the island flooded). We biked about 20 kilometers and did some kayaking in the delta too. It was a great day. Not much else besides academic stuff this week... though academic stuff for me means meditation class at the local Buddhist temple and Sunday mass at the Anglican church around the corner. Should be interesting!

Looking for a reason to leave the city this weekend... hmmmm.

Man vs. Wild: the case of the Sleepy Jaja's

My friends Kara, Gina, Molly and I have decided that try as we might to communicate the absurdity of this past weekend to friends and family, it’s just impossible to relate our experience. So here’s what happened in a nutshell:

We went to Tigre, a town on the river coast about 45 minutes from BA; the weather was beautiful. We met three guys (2 American students and their Argentine friend from Mendoza) who told us they were planning to camp on the island in the river. We thought, “Hey, that sounds pretty badass. Let’s do it.” We gathered “supplies” (beer, wine, meat to grill, things with sleeves) and hopped on a boat. We arrived at a beach/camping area called Parque LYFE. We cracked open the beers, we swam in the river, we befriended the bartenders and got lots of free drinks. The sun went down, we ate chorripan and spam, we watched a movie in the bar. We slept in the bar. The island flooded in the middle of the night. We awoke to mayhem. We waited for a boat to bring us home. We arrived back in BA looking like refugees. We went our separate ways, showered off the smell of molding mattresses, and slept for the rest of the day.

I really can’t say anymore. Pictures are worth a thousands words:

Before:

After:

And here’s the rest. In short, this weekend was ridiculous. But it KICKED ASS. Jaja jaja jaja jaja.