2/24/2014 (2:39pm)

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5/5/2012 (10:03pm)

Please follow my other blogs.

I noticed I have some new followers. This tumblr is defunct, but I can’t make my other blog my main blog, so please just go follow these two if you’d like to keep updated with me. American/Canadian; The Burgess Love Connection; The Book of Bert.

Many thanks! Gracias!

Greetings from Santiago, Chile! Home of the “that one guy in an Iron Maiden shirt.” I tried to go to a bunch of different parks and museums the other day, but everybody was on strike. Great for Chileans, really living out those Constitutional rights. Bad for tourists. I ended up in the Plaza de Armas, and this guy was chalking up a Virgin Mary for all to see. I also assume that is Jesus in her arms. Lookin’ sharp, Baby J. Lookin’ sharp.

Today, I had mate with my mother and we talked about Argentine politics. It was nice. They don’t like their president. I told her that we sort of like ours. Apparently Obama and Cristina were on TV together today. I missed it. Too busy watching Tommy Boy in Spanish. They changed a lot of the lines. Pissed me off.

11/3/2011 (1:48pm) 1 note

Empathetic for a sponge

Rock Bottom

I know how you feel, little sponge. The buses in Córdoba function not unlike the buses in Rock Bottom - a small village just outside of Bikini Bottom, in which, during one episode, Spongebob is trapped for hours because he can’t figure out the bus system. To make matters worse, everyone in Rock Bottom has a weird accent.

A few days ago, I was waiting for a bus at what I thought was a bus stop.  (I had seen a bus make a stop there a few minutes before from across the street.) The bus stops are poorly marked down here. Sometimes they are painted with the color and number of the bus route. Sometimes not.

Also, more background information, the buses here don’t have a set schedule. For example, in St. Paul, it’s guaranteed the 16 is going to be at Snelling and University avenues at [insert time here]. Every day. Guaranteed. In Córdoba, the buses just run. So sometimes, two of the SAME bus will be tailing each other. The one in front, absolutely filled to the brim with people. The one behind it, about four people. It makes. No. Sense.

So here I am, at what I believe to the bus stop. The bus I needed comes around the corner, and I put my arm out to stop it (like you would a cab, it’s what you do here). And it passes me, and stops a few feet up the block to let some passengers off.

Really?

I then assumed that that was, in fact, the actual bus stop, so I move and wait for the next one at the new bus stop. Twenty minutes later, the next bus comes around and stops at the place I was just at a few minutes before.

AGHAGHAGH

The next two buses that passed me didn’t stop when I stuck out my arm (not uncommon here, but still incredibly rage worthy). And thus, I raged. Fish paste.

The buses don’t work here. People have a weird accent. I am in Rock Bottom.

Morgan is a 6 month old llama with an attitude. They gave me him because I was the only guy on the trip, and they told me he was stubborn and I had to be domineering. The subtext there, of course, is that the llama farmers didn’t trust the ladies with Morgan. I ended up calming him down with a story about a place far, far away. It began, “Había una vez, un rey de un país que se llamaba Llamalandia. El rey se llamaba Morgan. Tenía todo y estaba medio feliz, pero no tenía una reina…” He ate that shit up.

10/25/2011 (2:03pm)

here’s my schedule!

Prime for stalking me!

I have two weeks left of class, and 80% of me has checked out.

This weekend, I’m going to Salta, in Northwestern Argentina. Known for its beautiful landscapes and brick red churches. I might believe in God!

The following week is my last week of certain classes. Huzzah!

The following week, exams.

The following week, I travel to Mendoza with my French buddy Val. We’re gonna sip wine and be fancy!

The week after, I go to Santiago, Chile to visit a former prof from Hamline and, hopefully, hang with some other Hamland students currently studying there.

Basically what I’m saying is, I’m excited.

This is how I spent my weekend. One day in Iguazú was not nearly enough time. I am going to try to go back at the end of the year. Te quiero, Argentina.

My Dad is so cool

  • (My dad always gives me crap for being a "yanqui" and so he always plays music in Spanish. He turned on some music, and I noticed it was in English.)
  • Me: Javi! Es en ingles!
  • Papa: No, no. Es Pink Floyd. Es universal.

9/24/2011 (7:36pm)

There was a man lying in the street...

  • Gero: I thought he was die.
  • Me: What?
  • Gero: I thought he was die.
  • Me: Dead.
  • Gero: Yes. That.

9/5/2011 (8:53pm) 1 note