Okay, so one centavo doesnt actually exist. If youre owed change with .01, they'll round down. Now, what if pennies didn't exist? What would I have named my dog?
This is the point of this post. A random string of thoughts Ive been having throughout the day as I wandered the streets and neighborhoods of Buenos Aires.
I love supermarkets. Today before I left the house Beatriz once again reminded me of the new giant Coto (grocery store chain (all it needs is an 's' and a 'c' and its costco!yeah. cool.)) that opened on Cabildo (main street near where I live). Anyway, it just reopened after undergoing remodeling (good thing they have another exactly one block away) (sorry about all these parenthesis) (damn. sorry again). Okay, back to the point- or whatever it is. So she tells me about Coto blah blah blah. And she reminded me that until tomorrow I can get bife de chorizo- which is steak- for only 5 pesos. divide by three and its in american dollars. So I told her okay, maybe I would go. Then she proceeds to go to the kitchen and wrap up a steak knife for me just in case because all they gave her was a plastic knife. So, today I walked around with a steak knife in my purse. The knife in my purse gave me a little inspiration to actually go and seek this steak but of course when I got there that section had just closed and and wouldnt open for a couple hours. Still, I enjoyed my time. I accidentally stole a tiny bottle of nail polish remover because I couldnt find a basket to carry my goodies and had resorted to sticking it in my pocket as I roamed. Soy una ladrona! and even after I told Beatriz that if theieves came up to me today I would use my knife! hipocracy! but unintentional. Another thing that happened in the grocery store is that I discovered that I may never have a career as a rapper. I just don't have the mind to mouth coordination. This is how it went down. I am looking for peanut butter even though I've heard if it does exist in a store its like 10 bucks and even though Im cool and Argentine now so I use dulce de leche instead. I just wanted to see manteca de mani. I had sort of planned what I was going to ask the store assistant. It was along the lines of 'is there an international food section?' I think I said right which was a feat in itself, but it was filled with stutters and accompanied by an action in which I use here where I cant really look at people while I speak because I am thinking so hard. Its kinda like I am trying to find the words in the air or trying to look up into my brain to get things right.
any-whey, i am glad its the weekend after two days of class! tomorrow im going to finish up some things I need to gather for acquiring my visa, then I have to look into finding a costume for Kay's host 'mom's', or her 'chica' as she calls her because she is only 28, birthday party. Perhaps I will be some sort of super hero-e (read that like you are reading spanish- 'air-0-aaye'- much more fun). Saturday day Im going on an ISA excursion called 'dia del campo' which apparently is horse back riding and a giant asado. I hear its lots of food and really delicious so whats not to look forward to?! I will post pictures from the weekend trip soon! I must be off to eat dinner. its almost 9. chau. besos.
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