A New Family

It's 8:00pm, and there's absolutely no sign of the sun going down here in Buenos Aires.  It still feels like noon.  Today I moved into my host family's house.  It's an interesting situation because the family here owns a GIANT house next door to their ice cream shop.  There are a whole bunch of students from all over the world here.  Tamara and her boyfriend, Marc, are from Switzerland and speak a german dialect to one another, but Tamara is originally from Italy, so her spanish is pretty decent considering she's never studied it.  Marc speaks only English and German, so Tamara spends a lot of time translating.  Leslie, the other american here, studies at FIT, so we had a little Manhattan conversation before deciding we were only gonna speak in spanish to one another.  Then there's Camilla, a Brazilian girl who speaks spanish like she grew up speaking it... I'm jealous.

It's been an interesting day.  Tamara, Marc, and I decided to try to find the school, so we spent the majority of the day wandering the city asking locals in broken spanish where the street was.  Now we're all just sitting around a table attempting to make conversation, and translating stories into various languages.  Mariano, the younger of the two sons of the host family, speaks nothing but spanish, but he seems to love talking to us, so we take advantage.  He says he'll take us out for cervesa's later tonight.  Yummm.