Part II (You know you want more...)

mood: mad at this keyboard, it sticks
music: same
random word: blog, I´m on the blog, you know. still.

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Where were we now? Ah yes, Tuesday night was to be another adventure. One in which I once again had no place to stay. I had emailed Kolbe and she had said I could stay with her. But how was I to find her? It would have been smart to ask her for her phone number in the email but one only has so many sparks of genius in a day and mine was to call Claudio, the coordinator for Latin America and ask him for Kolbe´s number. It didn´t occur to me that by calling him and asking for this information, I would have to reveal to him that I was in Buenos Aires. Which was fine. But then he asked me where I was staying and I said with Kolbe. Still fine. Then I asked for Kolbe´s number. Wait, not fine. You mean you´re staying with Kolbe but you haven´t talked to her yet? Well, not exac... ¨¨Ok, here´s the number. And I´m leaving for Mexico in a couple of hours so I won´t be here to help if you have a crisis.¨ Good. Everything will be fine. All I can say is it´s a good thing I called Claudio at noon because 10 hours later when I still hadn´t gotten ahold of Kolbe, I think his reaction would have been a little bit stronger...mumkin something along the lines of it´s 11:30 at night and you´re in Buenos Aires with no place to stay and the buses and metros shut down at 10:00 and the taxis are on strike.¨ Well, sort of. At this point, Ximena wants to get back to her grandmother so she doesn´t worry but there is no way in hell I am letting Ximena leave me on a street corner at midnight in Buenos Aires with no place to sleep. I am so stressed (not to mention exhausted from having navegated this ridiculously large and quite overwhelming city all day long) that all I can do is laugh. Laugh a lot. Almost to the point of tears, but I was careful not to get there because if I had there would have been a good chance that I wouldn´t be able to stop. After all, I was facing spending the night on a street corner. We decided the only thing to do was go to a cafe and wait a while to call Kolbe again. Then we decided it would be a good idea to order a bottle of wine. And drink it all. And break the language pledge so that we can freak out in the middle of the cafe and decide to write a musical about us in Buenos Aires while drunk on the ferry back to Montevideo. Which is exactly what we´ll be doing in a couple of hours. After we legally buy a bottle of wine and a corkscrew and board the boat with nothing to do but let loose. Oh, and I love Ximena because she is totally one of our friends. She´s written and directed a musical before. And to think, at Harvard! Yeah, so long story short I finally reach Kolbe and make it to her house and she is my second lifesaver in this city. I´m running out of time online so I´ll be brief for the rest. I ate lunch with Pablo today. That was really nice. To see someone I know and actually understand every single thing he said because maybe my Spanish is improving slightly or maybe because I am actually used to his accent by now. Oh and last night. Last night we went clubbing. Me, 2 Harvard chics and 2 Brown chics. By the way, I don´t know what´sup with Brown but both of them went to motels with guys after the club. Buenos Aires is way sketchier than Montevideo clubbing. I was dancing. I´ll say no more. You are my friends. You already know. I was dancing. All of a sudden, this guys grabs me buy the arm and literally hoists me up onto a stage. Holy shit! Ok, so I´m still dancing. And then there are three guys surrounding me and all basically grinding on me and I can´t really breathen and one is holding on to my chest way too tight and the one licked me face. But I can´t get away because they´re all stronger than me. Fuck! I totally panicked. I started screaming. One finally pulled me away and asked if I wanted a drink. I said water. Then he starts telling me I am the most beautiful girl and I dance very good and in my country when three guys dance with one girl and she is burning on fire we call that ¨puta.¨ Shocked, I said ¨whore¨? Did you just call me a whore. He shook his head and I was relieved. Then he thinks of the word in English. Äh yes, prostitute! Well good, I´d rather be a prostitute than a whore. That was too much. I got up and walked away and really wanted to leave. I sat down in a corner and started to cry. All I wanted was to try to dance swing with Michael or Dan. Or to look around and see some sketchy guy from Midd. Any sketchy guy as long as it was a sketchy guy that I knew. I didn´t even care. Ximena came and found me and we left. But I don´t know that I can do this. I was more scared inside that club that I was on any street corner or bus at any hour of the night. I am out of time. I love you all very much and I really miss you. This is going to be ok, I think. But there are many things I´m going to have to learn. Kisses. Cata