Feeling Comfortable with Porteños

This Saturday I accompanied Dave and the rest of his band to play in a high school outside of Buenos Aires. Two of the band members are graduating from this public school. We traveled for 30 min by bus and an hour more by car to arrive at the school. The landscape changed and the buildings grew smaller and less maintained. The school was bustling for a Saturday as students were all showing off there end of year projects.

If you want to take someone who is regularly talkative and make them reclusive. Take them to a high school where people speak a foreign language. High school dynamics are strange enough without an awkward, unidentified language barrier.  I walked outside the school and contemplated that I was alone on a island of English, with no means of escape. This was not the reality but at that point it felt that way.
 I find it entertaining that I recall all conversations in English. I can't remember the Spanish that was used, only the message. In this way, all my memories are dubbed over, the mouth movements don't even match.

FML Aside: One of the final year projects was a VFFS (Vertical Fill, Form and Seal) machine which is a machine that seals objects into plastic bags. I completed a year long project directly related to this in university, with 5 other engineering students. Our results were fairly inconsistent and certainly not useful. We spent $600 to purchase a sealer that did one small task of a VFFS. Two or three high school students were actually able to build a functioning machine of their own.

The concert started 50 minutes after it's commencement was announced. I felt like a nervous parent and was pacing around with a camera to boot. The band, 'Flashbax', did covers of 4 Oasis songs and 'Twist and Shout' for the encore. The boys were ecstatic and happy went to show was over. We packed up the gear and carried to the the public bus. Over an hour later, the bus stopped, cleared off and we walked the rest of the way home.

I have wondered about my relationship with Susana, who owns the house I live in. We have been able to communicate reasonably well, much better as of late. I have done small things like pay early and without her asking, kept clean and brought flowers to the house (she said I should flowers to a girl instead of the table). She introduces me to the frequent visitors of the house in the same manner. This is by commenting on well I speak Spanish for such a short period of time. She goes on at such a length that I say little to the visitors, except to give them a kiss on the cheek.

We all sat out late last night, drank beer and ate empanadas. Mostly to celebrate the success and stories of the young rock stars in the house.
 I was gratified when Susana said she was going to take me to the La Boca. La Boca is a working class area where tourists are told not to go. Susana says she is going to take me there because she wants me to see it and it would not be safe otherwise. So we were going to on Monday, but unfortunately I'll be too hungover on  so we arranged for Wednesday. Which incidentally es mi cumpleanos. Now that the cat is out of the bag, there will apparently be a party with a cake and beer.

Tonight, I'm headed to some sort of bubble party that runs from 1:00 until 6:00 a.m. I haven't been out in over a week and I'm looking forward to it, a change to my current old man existence. Why this needs to happen on a Sunday I have no idea.
I've booked a ferry to Uruguay for next Sunday. I'm going direct to the capital Montevideo and will be in the country in the country for around 2 weeks, hopefully surfing for a least 1 week. After I take the long bus over to Pucon. It sounds like Jackson will be all but done with boating by the time I get there.