Today I saw an old man tearing down and ripping off all of the porn shop fliers posted all over bus stops, im talking like hundreds of them. It was cute and reassuring. The other day Katherine and I were on a run and we got catcalled at like normal “ah que linda, Hermosa, mi amor” etc. etc., but then they tacked on that we were really lucky we were together. That was threatening and not reassuring nor cute. This past weekend I went to Tigre(a cute little tourist town on the river) with Emma and Ansley. It was an hour train ride from BsAs, the trip there and back cost about a whopping .75 cents or something like that (big $penda$). When we got there we naturally set out for food and went to this cute rowing club for lunch. It was a beaaautiful day so we sat at a table in the grass and absked in the sunshine and drank some wine and ate some food. Then we caught a big catamaran boat that went down river for about an hour total and checked out the banks of tigre and all the cute river houses that you have to take a boat to get to. It was awesome. After the boat ride we walked around somemore, bought a dozen churros (filled with dulce de leche, of course, I had 6 I think) and headed towards the fair/market and shopped and browsed. I got a headband and a cool ring. Why do I have such an obsession with headbands? It’s a mystery but I just love ‘em. Oh we also went into the ever depressing casino looking for an atm. I think it was the first casino ive ever been in? and it did not spark an interest for gambling for me. Sunday, I went to mass with my roommate, Juliana, who is from Northern Argentina. I was expecting a huge ornately decorated cathedral but it was nothing special (the church itself). It had the bare minimum as far as paintings and color and stuff, it wasn’t very warm. I don’t think they are all like that here though, I have made it a point to find a cathedral and go to a mass there just to see some hard core latin American catholics. I could barely understand the priest though because the PA system was really muffled and he talked super fast, he lectured about how people shop too much for no reason. Monday I went to the National Post Office to pick up my package from my parents (finally! Only took a month). I got there at 1 expecting to be out of there in 20 minutes with a system similar to that of the USPS, boy was I wrong. First, I had to get in line to get a number. Then once I got the number, I had to wait an hour for my number to be called. Mind you, some cute old man gave me an earlier number that he had for some reason so I cut about an hour off there. Then, once called I had to give them my slip and then get another slip with another number and go to a room filled with atleast 200 people and wait for that number to be called. After about an hour it finally was called and I got to go to the back and wait in another line to pick up my package. I finally got out of the post office around 4:30 and proceeded to devour all of the reeses my parents packed, it was definitely worth it. I saw one computer in the whole place, it reminded me that I am in fact in a 2nd world country (I think that’s what this is? Haah) the lack of technology here never seizes to amaze me. This weekend I am going to Salta with Sam, Seth, and Shannon. My friends from Nebraska. Salta is in the North in the Andes mountains and is supposed to be beautiful (“lindisimo”) and HOT! Can’t wait!