Dia Tres

"I know no one in this city, not even myself"

I woke up earlier than yesterday... 11am. I dreamed of a conversation with two friends in Turkey about going back there. They convinced me not to move back. I was ready to be convinced I suppose. I read for an hour in bed, listened to the sounds in my apartment complex... a cat meowing, my fridge making more ice, ticking from the air conditioner...Finally got up and went downstairs. I fixed my self some coffee and an "alfajor" (below) It has dulce de leche in it. Yum. I skyped with my one and only love online; surfed a bit and left the house...

Walked around aimlessly for a while on Avenida de Santa Fe, discovered a mall: Alto Palermo. I didn't have my camera with me but I am definitely going back to Araoz y Santa Fe for pictures. It is a beautiful cobblestone street covered with leaves and branches. 

There are pasteries  at every corner in my neighborhood! I got two empanadas on my way back home from one right by my house. I met one of my neighbors, unit 11, on my way in. We chatted for five minutes, in spanish!. She is a very nice lady, around her 60s. She promised that she would stop by my place sometime soon. =)

Soon, I will get ready to go to my first Milonga in town: La viruta. It is apparently only 2-3 blocks away from my house. I will meet there with Dani, a tango friend I have met briefly in Chicago. 

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~I was reading this evening (still Kafka on the shore) did you know where the idea of a labyrinth first came from? Ancient Mesopotamians... They pulled out animal, and sometimes human intestines and looked at the shape to figure out the future. They admired the complex shape. The principle for a labyrinth is inside you, and it correlates to the labyrinth outside... "Things outside you are projections of what's inside you"... interesting.

it is now 3:26am... I just got back from my first Milonga...A mild success I must say. A table relatively close to the dance floor and a chivas regal neat. First tantas with Luis, second with Christien (a very nice milonga dancer), third with Daniel, forth with Gustavo (we mutually enjoyed each other's dancing) and last one with Alan. (Who apparently knows some of my tango friends from Chicago and kindly complimented on my spanish!) Very refreshing to see dancers much closer to my age as majority in a milonga... Also, it was only a 2min walk from my apartment. Que Buena!

Now, some reading and off to bed...