La Boca, Buenos Aires — August 2008.
Week 12, Day 3: Wednesday, August 20, 2008.
12 midnight — Too much time. Not enough. Too much everything for me. What am I going to do with myself?
Week 12, Day 4: Thursday, August 21, 2008.
12:15 a.m. — Feel like I have spent most of the week with Talia and Profe. Mejor. Misma pregunta. Que voy a hacer conmigo? Solita en BA. Pues, vamos a ver. Tengo que volver. Muchas cosas que puedo hacer aca. Alla, no. Portuguesa. Un sueno que tengo. Ideal.
Week 12, Day 6: Saturday, August 23, 2008.
11:08 p.m. — Demasiado. What am I going to do with myself? Alone. Louise, Antoniya, Marion, Crystal, Maddie, Bonnie, Talia, Diego, Ursula. Nico just caught me at the bus station. Demasiado. Nos vemos. Nos vemos.
Buenos Aires — August 2008.
Week 12, Day 7: el domingo, un dia antes de volver a los EEUU, 24 de agosto, 2008.
9:10 a.m. — Waiting for my bed to be available. To return. Buenos Aires looked familiar in the Sunday daylight. Coffee from a coffee pot. Not terrific but enough to satisfy me for now. To return. To return to where one started. 12 weeks ago, I sat on the roof of this same hostel, waiting for my summer journey to begin. Friendless, alone. Now I sit and my heart is full. Sights and sounds and memories. Cual es mi destino? Mi hecho. Hago mi propio hecho. A ver, Profe. Tengo buen temperamento.
2:40 p.m. — Reading a bit of Wolfe on Avda 9 de Julio while watching a kid in winter cap and snow jacket fish coins out of a fountain not four feet in front of me. Pants rolled up to skinny thights. Another child comes running. The kid sits on the side of the fountain and puts his sneakers on. Child rolls up his pants and hops into the water as the first kid runs off. 20 lanes of Argentine traffic roar by and only I have noticed. Even the pigeons look grungier and older here. So many fucking tourists here. It’s strange. Dry bones on the sidewalks – the pigeons pick on them. No substance. Bright day. Cloudless like almost always. The child climbs out, pulls on his shoes, tying the laces. He has socks. Didn’t even notice that. Picked the fountain clean. Meets first kid ahead. They walk off together.
6:30 p.m. — Miss Cordoba much. This life is lonely.
1:32 a.m. — Went out with my only roommate Nicola from Texas. Listened to a live band play some songs. Decent evening. Tomorrow, another day. We’ll see what happens I suppose. Have to figure out what time I should get to the airport. 7? To bed. To home. Soon.
Plaza de Mayo, Buenos Aires — August 2008.
La Boca, Buenos Aires — August 2008.
Week 13, Day 1: Monday, August 25, 2008.
5:15 p.m. — So much walking. Caminito en La Boca. The fucking Borges place was a mall basically. Walked all over the place to look for it. Amazing architecture though. I’m too tired to take pictures and care about posterity. Last dinner – my first dinner. Empanadas on the corner, next to the hostel. Sitting one seat next to the one I sat in before – at the counter. Ah life.
9:32 p.m. — Waiting for take-off.
11:20 p.m. — Watching a handsome Argentine priest play Invasion on the plane. Getting pretty good at the game. Amused. Us both.
La Boca, Buenos Aires — August 2008.
San Telmo, Buenos Aires — August 2008.
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