Where did you learn to speak english so well?
American guy after I told him he owed 44 dollars. I am amazed at how easy it is to pass for Argentine. Later in the evening somewhen expressed confusion when I told them my name was Josh, because “that’s not an Argentine name.”
Archive for October, 2008
Nilda: Have a slice of pizza! It’s our best batch yet
Me: Thanks, but I’m fasting…
Louisa: You’re Jewish?
Me: Yeah
Nilda: No, your not Jewish
Me: Of course I am
Nilda: If your Jewish, why do you eat all the food here. You always eat all the cheese and meat… No, I don’t believe you
I got outjewed by the Bolivian woman who works in the kitchen…
Street Tango in San Telmo…
Even though my dance moves might impress on the floors of Cornerstone, I’m not sure they cut it here in Argentina. I went to a boliche (club) last night after work and was painfully aware that I am going to be my dad. Not just my dad but all dad’s; taking up to the dance floor in an uncoordinated blaze, embarrassing everyone and anyone that gets in my path.
I was repeatedly reminded to move my hips and I’m fairly certain that I can’t convince the lower half of my body to do as I wish.
Me: I think I might start teaching english
Random Customer 1: Oh did you get certified?
Me: No! I think those courses are bullshit
Random Customer 2: Umm, I’m taking one now…
Me: Uhhh, oh… (Silently walk away in awkward shame)
Today my boss at my internship finally broke it down for me. “If you want to work in film, there’s something you need to know” he told me. “Everyone who works in the movies smokes a lot of marijuana, and if you don’t mind I’m going to light up a joint.”
Ok, now I’m all for smoking the marijuana like a cigarette, but at the work place? He offered me some and I kindly declined. I don’t think I would be very productive with a big fat grin on my face and the inability to stop starring at the cat on the couch.
Such is life in Buenos Aires. But maybe one of these days I’ll take him up on his offer and really get to know that cat…
