Last weekend before classes
Ok I know it's been a while, but here it goes...
I just got back from the beach this weekend. It's called Pinamar and is a five hour bus ride from BsAs. I know that sounds pretty long, but it's not too bad when you're traveling with friends. The buses here also kick Greyhound's ass- the seats are spacious and there's even a dispenser for juice and coffee. Needless to say a much more enjoyable ride than my trips home from NYC. The first day at the beach was cloudy and cold so what did we do? Shop of course! Well my friends shopped and I just bought some earrings for 4 Argentine dollars. Shopping was followed by purchases of cheap wine to play Kings with back at the hostel (it was a very amusing game). We then went to dinner (myself a little buzzed) and ate till we were stuffed. Sunday was beautiful and I got some quality beach time in. We unfortunately had to leave mid-day because some of the girls have classes Monday morning (but I don't have them till Tuesday-ha).
Classes are another story and I don't want to think about them, so let's back-track to Thursday night. Thursday nights are hip-hop night at Lost so I of course had to check that out. After having drinks at a close-by bar, friends and I took a taxi to Lost to find a VERY long line down the block. Thankfully we found other kids from our program already in line and cut it like the douche bags we are (but I ain't waitin' in no line for an hour). Once inside I was in love. This place is huge and packed with Argentines and Americans alike. I try to like the music they play regularly here, but when I hear hip-hop it's done. Nothing compares when you wanna dance... I promptly made my way to the nearest platform so I could dance atop it with my friend, Karla. I can't help that I have an unusually attraction to dancing on top of inanimate objects. Once that lost its appeal we made our way into the pit of people and danced till I was wet from sweat (pretty picture, I know). The festivities lasted till 4:30 when they stopped playing hip-hop and we realized they weren't going to play any more- sigh. I am def going to be a regular at this place. What can I say? You can take the American out of America, but you can't take America out of the American.
I just got back from the beach this weekend. It's called Pinamar and is a five hour bus ride from BsAs. I know that sounds pretty long, but it's not too bad when you're traveling with friends. The buses here also kick Greyhound's ass- the seats are spacious and there's even a dispenser for juice and coffee. Needless to say a much more enjoyable ride than my trips home from NYC. The first day at the beach was cloudy and cold so what did we do? Shop of course! Well my friends shopped and I just bought some earrings for 4 Argentine dollars. Shopping was followed by purchases of cheap wine to play Kings with back at the hostel (it was a very amusing game). We then went to dinner (myself a little buzzed) and ate till we were stuffed. Sunday was beautiful and I got some quality beach time in. We unfortunately had to leave mid-day because some of the girls have classes Monday morning (but I don't have them till Tuesday-ha).
Classes are another story and I don't want to think about them, so let's back-track to Thursday night. Thursday nights are hip-hop night at Lost so I of course had to check that out. After having drinks at a close-by bar, friends and I took a taxi to Lost to find a VERY long line down the block. Thankfully we found other kids from our program already in line and cut it like the douche bags we are (but I ain't waitin' in no line for an hour). Once inside I was in love. This place is huge and packed with Argentines and Americans alike. I try to like the music they play regularly here, but when I hear hip-hop it's done. Nothing compares when you wanna dance... I promptly made my way to the nearest platform so I could dance atop it with my friend, Karla. I can't help that I have an unusually attraction to dancing on top of inanimate objects. Once that lost its appeal we made our way into the pit of people and danced till I was wet from sweat (pretty picture, I know). The festivities lasted till 4:30 when they stopped playing hip-hop and we realized they weren't going to play any more- sigh. I am def going to be a regular at this place. What can I say? You can take the American out of America, but you can't take America out of the American.
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