Sunday, July 15, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
What if...
Wouldn't it be trippy if millions of years in to the future man created a technological civilization that operated autonomously and expanded on its own? It knew how to land on new planets, harvest minerals, and replicate itself. It'd be nice if this technological civilization we create was charged with the task of exploring and indexing all parts of the universe.
Man may die out in the future from natural catastrophes, but robots have the potential of surviving all climates if we can design them to. Then there shall be... Transformers, robots in disguise!
Man may die out in the future from natural catastrophes, but robots have the potential of surviving all climates if we can design them to. Then there shall be... Transformers, robots in disguise!
Monday, May 14, 2007
Just realized
The majority of my accomplishments these last few years come from intuition. The madness!
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Day 4: Don't quite remember
I'm kind of too tired to write. Here's what I think happened, although I feel like more happened that I don't remember. I'm probably going to head to bed again.
Visited Martha.
Ate vegetarian food.
Some stomach troubles.
Visited Raul Sasias, spoke to his daughter's English class, made friends with a brother and sister.
Took it easy at Rita's. Went to the Arcade.
Chau.
Visited Martha.
Ate vegetarian food.
Some stomach troubles.
Visited Raul Sasias, spoke to his daughter's English class, made friends with a brother and sister.
Took it easy at Rita's. Went to the Arcade.
Chau.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Day 3: A More Practical Cordoba
Day 3 is a bit difficult to remember now, slept very little and lighly last night so my memory isnt at its best.
My dad and I started the day relatively easy. We went to go enjoy a cup of coffee and croisant at a small little shop and talk most of the morning. The shop was in an indoor shopping mall where the windows are all set up for window shopping. The coffee shop was set up right at the bend of two walk ways, with the chairs set up to see both ends of the mall. My dad told me more about Cordoba, its people, and stark differences between the expectations of living here versus where we live. Here, work is very difficult to find. The majority of the work isnt overly professional either, most of the population (as far as I can tell) works small jobs at a shop for a small wage. A good number of people work all day as well. The waiter who brought us the coffee has probably been working there all his life, greeting the same people each day. Towards the end of our chat my dad joked we should walk over and mingle with the cute girls 2 tables over. I was a bit too shy to outright introduce myself, so instead I opted to lure one of them over by asking her to take our picture. The plan worked somewhat, we pulled her out of her herd and tricked her into a conversation. Turns out they worked just down the inner shopping mall.
We went to have speghetti for lunch at an italian retaurant with a waiter who seemed Italian, but was actually Spanish. He had an extremely pompous attitude, but was still friendly. He was the type of person who acted like he knew everything (kind of like me sometimes, doh!), meaning he highly recommended to have such and such item on the menu, or youre eating something inferior. He also seemed like the kind of guy who has been doing this all his life too; when we asked him for a menu, he told us he is the menu. Ha ha.
Afterwards we took a cab to the place my dad grew up and I got to see the house he grew up in. The trip there was interesting. We hailed a taxi, and the setting changed from the lively downtown Cordoba to the more practical outskirts. It seemed like Redondo beach again :-P . As we moved away from the center of the city, the town seemed to be less and less taken care of. My dad mentioned that it was some what depressing to see the town from his childhood rundown like it is today. On the way there we could see political graffiti everywhere. Apparently after the militiristic government was abandoned for a more democratic one, the people exploded in a wave of free expression on the walls and streets. A good bit of the graffiti didnt make much sense to me, the Art Museum MBNA was tagged with: Aguero es Pueblo (I think that was it), and another that was repeated several times was: Montero es su suicido lempio [Montero is a clean suicide]. My dad explained that the Monteros were an underground terrorist group that existed during the military government period. If you were even suspected of being affiliated with the Monteros you mysterious disappeared. Crazy!
Once we got to my fathers old house, we took a few pictures out in front. In a fantastic bit of luck, an old friend was arriving home across the street. He stopped his motorcycle mid street, looked at us for a few moments, then shouted for my dad. Turns out that guy knew my family while they still lived in Cordoba, and he lived with the woman who looked after my oldest sister. It was such an expected surprise to see them again! This visit sparked a really old memory in me as well. I last went to Argentina when I was 3 years old. Looking out their back window, I remembered digging up worms in their back yard to keep myself entertained. hehe, what a difference it was to be a kid. My dad and I tried to refuse tea to not bother them, but since its such a strong Argentinian custom to bring out the tea for a chat we found ourselves sitting for a good conversation. I got to overhear their conversation a good bit, but we were soon out of there after a few pictures.
We gave a stroll around he area some after that. My dad showed me the preschool he went to and shared a small funny story too. He was once student of the month, and at that school the student of the month would carry home a large flag with two people marching behind him. It sounded like good times :-) . We stopped by to say hi to one last person, an elderly lady who lived by herself. At the door my dad told me to keep a close eye on her reaction. We ringed the bell, and as she stepped out she recognize us one bit. My dad pointed out she looked like she was expecting us to be the bearers of some bad news, like her husband (who was living in another city for a reason I forget) had died. Once we announced who we were, she gave a shocked and happy expression all at once that I wish I could have caught on camera! We talked a bit, she told us how she had eye surgery a few years back and some other details on how the neighborhood changed. The neighborhood wasnt all run down, on one side they were renovating some houses with new paint and new structures, so hopefully that will continue through the whole way.
Afterwards my dad and I made our way through town. I wore sandals all the way through town. My mom would chase me with a broom if she knew I wore sandals, and shes probably going to chase me with a broom once I get home since shes going to read this :-P . It turns out the floor is slippery, and especially slippery if youre wearing sandals. I was literally skiing every step I took in Central Cordoba, I traveled a meter every step I took with my sandals in the rain. A funny thing, Cordoba is laced with traps for foreigners when it rains. The loose tiles like to gather up a bit of water under them, so stepping on them is like slipping on a ketchup packet. Not only do you lose your balance on these slick tiles, but you get a nice juicy splash surprise every time you step on one. Luckily I didnt fall once here, but I did get a little splashed.
Later that day we visited some old Italian friends, then that night I went to go play pool, pingpong, and some video games with my cousins. Ill write more on this later, I have to head out. More to come later!
My dad and I started the day relatively easy. We went to go enjoy a cup of coffee and croisant at a small little shop and talk most of the morning. The shop was in an indoor shopping mall where the windows are all set up for window shopping. The coffee shop was set up right at the bend of two walk ways, with the chairs set up to see both ends of the mall. My dad told me more about Cordoba, its people, and stark differences between the expectations of living here versus where we live. Here, work is very difficult to find. The majority of the work isnt overly professional either, most of the population (as far as I can tell) works small jobs at a shop for a small wage. A good number of people work all day as well. The waiter who brought us the coffee has probably been working there all his life, greeting the same people each day. Towards the end of our chat my dad joked we should walk over and mingle with the cute girls 2 tables over. I was a bit too shy to outright introduce myself, so instead I opted to lure one of them over by asking her to take our picture. The plan worked somewhat, we pulled her out of her herd and tricked her into a conversation. Turns out they worked just down the inner shopping mall.
We went to have speghetti for lunch at an italian retaurant with a waiter who seemed Italian, but was actually Spanish. He had an extremely pompous attitude, but was still friendly. He was the type of person who acted like he knew everything (kind of like me sometimes, doh!), meaning he highly recommended to have such and such item on the menu, or youre eating something inferior. He also seemed like the kind of guy who has been doing this all his life too; when we asked him for a menu, he told us he is the menu. Ha ha.
Afterwards we took a cab to the place my dad grew up and I got to see the house he grew up in. The trip there was interesting. We hailed a taxi, and the setting changed from the lively downtown Cordoba to the more practical outskirts. It seemed like Redondo beach again :-P . As we moved away from the center of the city, the town seemed to be less and less taken care of. My dad mentioned that it was some what depressing to see the town from his childhood rundown like it is today. On the way there we could see political graffiti everywhere. Apparently after the militiristic government was abandoned for a more democratic one, the people exploded in a wave of free expression on the walls and streets. A good bit of the graffiti didnt make much sense to me, the Art Museum MBNA was tagged with: Aguero es Pueblo (I think that was it), and another that was repeated several times was: Montero es su suicido lempio [Montero is a clean suicide]. My dad explained that the Monteros were an underground terrorist group that existed during the military government period. If you were even suspected of being affiliated with the Monteros you mysterious disappeared. Crazy!
Once we got to my fathers old house, we took a few pictures out in front. In a fantastic bit of luck, an old friend was arriving home across the street. He stopped his motorcycle mid street, looked at us for a few moments, then shouted for my dad. Turns out that guy knew my family while they still lived in Cordoba, and he lived with the woman who looked after my oldest sister. It was such an expected surprise to see them again! This visit sparked a really old memory in me as well. I last went to Argentina when I was 3 years old. Looking out their back window, I remembered digging up worms in their back yard to keep myself entertained. hehe, what a difference it was to be a kid. My dad and I tried to refuse tea to not bother them, but since its such a strong Argentinian custom to bring out the tea for a chat we found ourselves sitting for a good conversation. I got to overhear their conversation a good bit, but we were soon out of there after a few pictures.
We gave a stroll around he area some after that. My dad showed me the preschool he went to and shared a small funny story too. He was once student of the month, and at that school the student of the month would carry home a large flag with two people marching behind him. It sounded like good times :-) . We stopped by to say hi to one last person, an elderly lady who lived by herself. At the door my dad told me to keep a close eye on her reaction. We ringed the bell, and as she stepped out she recognize us one bit. My dad pointed out she looked like she was expecting us to be the bearers of some bad news, like her husband (who was living in another city for a reason I forget) had died. Once we announced who we were, she gave a shocked and happy expression all at once that I wish I could have caught on camera! We talked a bit, she told us how she had eye surgery a few years back and some other details on how the neighborhood changed. The neighborhood wasnt all run down, on one side they were renovating some houses with new paint and new structures, so hopefully that will continue through the whole way.
Afterwards my dad and I made our way through town. I wore sandals all the way through town. My mom would chase me with a broom if she knew I wore sandals, and shes probably going to chase me with a broom once I get home since shes going to read this :-P . It turns out the floor is slippery, and especially slippery if youre wearing sandals. I was literally skiing every step I took in Central Cordoba, I traveled a meter every step I took with my sandals in the rain. A funny thing, Cordoba is laced with traps for foreigners when it rains. The loose tiles like to gather up a bit of water under them, so stepping on them is like slipping on a ketchup packet. Not only do you lose your balance on these slick tiles, but you get a nice juicy splash surprise every time you step on one. Luckily I didnt fall once here, but I did get a little splashed.
Later that day we visited some old Italian friends, then that night I went to go play pool, pingpong, and some video games with my cousins. Ill write more on this later, I have to head out. More to come later!
Monday, March 26, 2007
Day 2: Cordoba!
On the second day we arrived at the airport like at 2pm. Oh, I forgot to mention, the flight from Santiago to Cordoba was fantastic! We flew right over the Andis on our way over. When I say flew over, I mean flew *just* high enough to get over this terrain. The view was incredible, the mountains looked like theyve been shaved down over the years to have a smooth yellow red surface. Theyre immense, and right next to some other mountains with a bit of ice on them. They looked like those ice mountains from Al Gores documentary about global warming, I hope it wasnt actually effected by that!
Once we arrived in the airport, my dad and I were greeted by Rita and her son Maximilio. I couldnt spot them at first, instead my dads sharp eyes spotted them first and he pointed me in their direction. We hugged and said the usual good words when family see each other for the first time after so long! Maximilio seems like a great kid, hes pretty much the same as me (as far as I can tell), except he speaks Spanish! Its kind of funny, Maximilio says hes interested in learning how to program and he wants to get himself going with computer science. Sadly, he doesnt have the opportunity to do so here because he hasnt finished secondary school here yet (argentinian version of high school). Hes trying to learn visual basic, although, slowly but surely, Im trying to get him to learn Java instead because its much simpler in my opinion :) (ahh all the keys are different on this keyboard).
Driving back, I got to make my initial impression of Cordoba. It looks like Radondo Beach from the 1960s. Its somewhat run down, but there are people everywhere, in old cars, some standing in front of their houses, walking from place to place, and many, many people riding around on motorcycles. Also, here they have yellow taxis, and green cars that act like taxis. Ive asked them about this, and they tell me that you have to call on the phone ahead to time to be driven by the green cars. Its kind of like a shuttle, but its cheaper to use a green car, and the green cars dont stop in the shopping centers. Oh, and it was funny too! On the way back, a flood of memories hit me like a good splash. We drove by a green central, where there was a statue of a man riding a horse. I remember being here when I was 3, maybe 4 years old way back when my family visited Argentina the first time. The difference was that when I was a kid, the statue had a thick layer of shit to keep him warm. The park pigeons are so thoughtful.
Once we got home I got to meet my other cousins, Juan Cruz and... I cant remember his name... (shh, dont let him know I dont know! >_< ). Theyre really great guys! Theyre also promising me theyre going to take me out dancing wahoo! The oldest one, Juan Cruz, works with Industrial architecture, and the second oldest is studying to become a lawyer. The youngest, Maximilio, is the one that wants to be a computer science. Oh, hehe, Juan says Im in luck, since the second oldest is just the man to ask to take me out to a disco teque or however you call it =D . We got to know each other a good amount, and I seemed to get along best with Maximilio, hes a fun kid! He dreams of coming to live in Newport beach, and spend a bit of time around town just like he sees on the show *The OC*. Shh, no body tell him that its not actually like that show =P.
Once we were settled in, they took us for a tour around town. I have to say, living in Cordoba blows every other city out of the water. Literally, for a good time, London, LA, Italy, even France doesnt compare. Theres so much to do down here, and the people are so friendly, that its an Amazing time!!! My aunt Rita lives in an apartment just above some store, the place has Italian architecture all around it. The floor from the entrance is made of marble, and the elevator is old style with bush buttons to lift you up, a gate you manually have to close before the elevator moves, and an actual door you have to pull open to enter the elevator. I hear my dad used to own a machine shop with his brother just a few doors over in this same apartment, I will have to ask him about that later today.
Alright, for the main event, my dad, Maximilio, Rita, and the second oldest (ahh whats his name!!) walked around town. Juan Cruz caught up with us later, he and his girlfriend caught up with us later. Guess they wanted some alone time :-P. The movie theatres here show American films, except theyre all subtitled in Castilian. Theyre cheap too! On our way around town I got to see a few different churches, theyre magnificent! I also got to see the very high school my mom went to school too. It was a catholic school. There was a friendly guard on the way in. The entrance was old, broken stone. As you walked in though, you entered a large court yard with a gigantic statue of a priest in the center. It looked like he cried himself into a good rusted coat =P, he was mostly covered by a good set of white rust. Well after that we walked through *El Paseo de las Pulgas*. It was kind of neat. They sold really old crap, and some neat stuff. It had a few people walking through it, but Maximilio tells me that it was empty like that only because its Sunday, you can hardly walk during the week. We made our way to a nice place to set down and have a drink. It was kind of funny, while we were there my couisins and I were treated by one of the greatest looking waitresses Ive laid my eyes on. We snickered under our breaths about her good looks hehe. Towards the end of the meal Juan Cruz joined us and we drank some beer with salted peanuts. Apparently theres a local myth that a good serving of salted peanuts and beer is just what a man needs to give him that little extra umph, if you what I mean, to get him popular with the ladies. Surprisingly, the beer here is good!
My cousins and I stopped for a bit of bowling, and finally made our way back. There was one moment where I went *oh crap!*. I joined Maximilio on the blancony to enjoy the good view (the apartment has a nice 5th story view of people going about their day on the busy street below). Standing up here, I recalled a pleasant memory from Italy. I remembered there was some middle aged man leaning over his balcony overlooking the plaza in front of the Prometheus, enjoying life in his wife beater. Well I told Maximilio that this balcony felt like it was made for rich people to sit, enjoy life, and have a sip of fine wine. That or smoke a ciggerette, but I hate smoking so thats out of the picture (sadly my two younger cousins smoke, it breaks my heart to think that theyre going to die younger and have shitty teeth because of that bad habbit :-(...). I then got in to a conversation about different kinds of alcohol I tried, and my thoughts on all types of liquor. It turns out, the balcony has great accoustics where everyone in the apartment can you, so my aunt and dad heard the worst of it. Whoops! Im a bad influence on Maximilio >_<, although I doubt I said much that would influence. Now my aunt and dad think Im mad about alcohol, the funny truth is I actually dont like drink alcohol much unless its to celebrate somebig big! haha, oh well.
Ooo, one thing I wanted to mention. Theres so much to do here, its incredible. My mom always mentioned how she could go walking through the plaza and enjoy a good chat. Its completely true, you can spend all day and night walking around here and never be bored. Oh before I forget, there are tons of stray dogs here its sad. They told me breeders some times have dogs that get mixed, so they toss them to the streets :-(. Well anyhow, on our way home, there was a set of clowns doing a performance in the park, and with an audience of at least 4 dozen! Imagine that, just a random show, and theres enough people sitting on the grass to turn it in to a great event. They tell me theres always something going on in the park, so people visit it pretty often to see whats going on. Also on the way back, there was a tango plaza. There someone has a radio blasting tango music, and people who would like get up and dance. There were fathers with daughters and couples strutting their tango moves. There was a good number of people though that just liked to watch on the side lines (my cousins didnt care too much for tango). Maybe one the nights this week I will have the balls to ask a girl to tango, well see ;)
One last observation, there are couples *everywhere* here. You cant take a step in Cordoba without seeing a couple, makes me wonder because Irvine isnt so couple infested. The people here must really be in to love =D. Ohh! Before I forget, Cordobas most known music group known something like cuadro with their type of dance, and buenos aires has another kind... that I forget. Then all the other provinces copy us hehehehhe. Well, time to actually live the life here. Chau!
Once we arrived in the airport, my dad and I were greeted by Rita and her son Maximilio. I couldnt spot them at first, instead my dads sharp eyes spotted them first and he pointed me in their direction. We hugged and said the usual good words when family see each other for the first time after so long! Maximilio seems like a great kid, hes pretty much the same as me (as far as I can tell), except he speaks Spanish! Its kind of funny, Maximilio says hes interested in learning how to program and he wants to get himself going with computer science. Sadly, he doesnt have the opportunity to do so here because he hasnt finished secondary school here yet (argentinian version of high school). Hes trying to learn visual basic, although, slowly but surely, Im trying to get him to learn Java instead because its much simpler in my opinion :) (ahh all the keys are different on this keyboard).
Driving back, I got to make my initial impression of Cordoba. It looks like Radondo Beach from the 1960s. Its somewhat run down, but there are people everywhere, in old cars, some standing in front of their houses, walking from place to place, and many, many people riding around on motorcycles. Also, here they have yellow taxis, and green cars that act like taxis. Ive asked them about this, and they tell me that you have to call on the phone ahead to time to be driven by the green cars. Its kind of like a shuttle, but its cheaper to use a green car, and the green cars dont stop in the shopping centers. Oh, and it was funny too! On the way back, a flood of memories hit me like a good splash. We drove by a green central, where there was a statue of a man riding a horse. I remember being here when I was 3, maybe 4 years old way back when my family visited Argentina the first time. The difference was that when I was a kid, the statue had a thick layer of shit to keep him warm. The park pigeons are so thoughtful.
Once we got home I got to meet my other cousins, Juan Cruz and... I cant remember his name... (shh, dont let him know I dont know! >_< ). Theyre really great guys! Theyre also promising me theyre going to take me out dancing wahoo! The oldest one, Juan Cruz, works with Industrial architecture, and the second oldest is studying to become a lawyer. The youngest, Maximilio, is the one that wants to be a computer science. Oh, hehe, Juan says Im in luck, since the second oldest is just the man to ask to take me out to a disco teque or however you call it =D . We got to know each other a good amount, and I seemed to get along best with Maximilio, hes a fun kid! He dreams of coming to live in Newport beach, and spend a bit of time around town just like he sees on the show *The OC*. Shh, no body tell him that its not actually like that show =P.
Once we were settled in, they took us for a tour around town. I have to say, living in Cordoba blows every other city out of the water. Literally, for a good time, London, LA, Italy, even France doesnt compare. Theres so much to do down here, and the people are so friendly, that its an Amazing time!!! My aunt Rita lives in an apartment just above some store, the place has Italian architecture all around it. The floor from the entrance is made of marble, and the elevator is old style with bush buttons to lift you up, a gate you manually have to close before the elevator moves, and an actual door you have to pull open to enter the elevator. I hear my dad used to own a machine shop with his brother just a few doors over in this same apartment, I will have to ask him about that later today.
Alright, for the main event, my dad, Maximilio, Rita, and the second oldest (ahh whats his name!!) walked around town. Juan Cruz caught up with us later, he and his girlfriend caught up with us later. Guess they wanted some alone time :-P. The movie theatres here show American films, except theyre all subtitled in Castilian. Theyre cheap too! On our way around town I got to see a few different churches, theyre magnificent! I also got to see the very high school my mom went to school too. It was a catholic school. There was a friendly guard on the way in. The entrance was old, broken stone. As you walked in though, you entered a large court yard with a gigantic statue of a priest in the center. It looked like he cried himself into a good rusted coat =P, he was mostly covered by a good set of white rust. Well after that we walked through *El Paseo de las Pulgas*. It was kind of neat. They sold really old crap, and some neat stuff. It had a few people walking through it, but Maximilio tells me that it was empty like that only because its Sunday, you can hardly walk during the week. We made our way to a nice place to set down and have a drink. It was kind of funny, while we were there my couisins and I were treated by one of the greatest looking waitresses Ive laid my eyes on. We snickered under our breaths about her good looks hehe. Towards the end of the meal Juan Cruz joined us and we drank some beer with salted peanuts. Apparently theres a local myth that a good serving of salted peanuts and beer is just what a man needs to give him that little extra umph, if you what I mean, to get him popular with the ladies. Surprisingly, the beer here is good!
My cousins and I stopped for a bit of bowling, and finally made our way back. There was one moment where I went *oh crap!*. I joined Maximilio on the blancony to enjoy the good view (the apartment has a nice 5th story view of people going about their day on the busy street below). Standing up here, I recalled a pleasant memory from Italy. I remembered there was some middle aged man leaning over his balcony overlooking the plaza in front of the Prometheus, enjoying life in his wife beater. Well I told Maximilio that this balcony felt like it was made for rich people to sit, enjoy life, and have a sip of fine wine. That or smoke a ciggerette, but I hate smoking so thats out of the picture (sadly my two younger cousins smoke, it breaks my heart to think that theyre going to die younger and have shitty teeth because of that bad habbit :-(...). I then got in to a conversation about different kinds of alcohol I tried, and my thoughts on all types of liquor. It turns out, the balcony has great accoustics where everyone in the apartment can you, so my aunt and dad heard the worst of it. Whoops! Im a bad influence on Maximilio >_<, although I doubt I said much that would influence. Now my aunt and dad think Im mad about alcohol, the funny truth is I actually dont like drink alcohol much unless its to celebrate somebig big! haha, oh well.
Ooo, one thing I wanted to mention. Theres so much to do here, its incredible. My mom always mentioned how she could go walking through the plaza and enjoy a good chat. Its completely true, you can spend all day and night walking around here and never be bored. Oh before I forget, there are tons of stray dogs here its sad. They told me breeders some times have dogs that get mixed, so they toss them to the streets :-(. Well anyhow, on our way home, there was a set of clowns doing a performance in the park, and with an audience of at least 4 dozen! Imagine that, just a random show, and theres enough people sitting on the grass to turn it in to a great event. They tell me theres always something going on in the park, so people visit it pretty often to see whats going on. Also on the way back, there was a tango plaza. There someone has a radio blasting tango music, and people who would like get up and dance. There were fathers with daughters and couples strutting their tango moves. There was a good number of people though that just liked to watch on the side lines (my cousins didnt care too much for tango). Maybe one the nights this week I will have the balls to ask a girl to tango, well see ;)
One last observation, there are couples *everywhere* here. You cant take a step in Cordoba without seeing a couple, makes me wonder because Irvine isnt so couple infested. The people here must really be in to love =D. Ohh! Before I forget, Cordobas most known music group known something like cuadro with their type of dance, and buenos aires has another kind... that I forget. Then all the other provinces copy us hehehehhe. Well, time to actually live the life here. Chau!
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Day 1: One we go
6:07 AM: I've taken a shower only to realize I've packed away all my clean underwear downstairs. This is a problem...
Update: Im actually in Cordoba right now, but Im going to write about the first day befor I forget! Also, this keyboard seems to be different and difficult to type on, so dont expect any apostrophes any time soon!
We departed quickly Saturday morning. I had to scramble to get myself ready since the shuttle guy was early. He was nice, a good change for the shuttle drivers. He seemed like he had downsyndrome though, because he spoke in a really slow way and he swerved all over while driving. Poor guy worked the night shift, and we were his last guys for the day (this was at 10:30am !).
The plane ride went smoothly. We got there okay, and enjoyed the lunch my Mom packed for us. In a place where the food costs you an arm and a leg, my dad and I relished the great sandwich my mom made for us, gracias Ma! My dad and I waited for the plane in what seemed like the basement of LAX. The terminals were setup in a haphazard way (compared to the nice way its usually setup), and it was pretty dank too. When they finally called our terminal, we were put on a shuttle to a remote terminal. My dad had a good point, in the airport you rush to the next step, then wait, rush to the next step and wait. The extra terminal seemed like what we programmers would call spegghetti code, they setup the airport so it would *just work*.
The plane ride went great. There was a guy next to us that looked exactly like some guy I work with, so I kept glancing his way trying to convince myself that he wasnt him. Thank goodness he didnt notice or that would have been awkard! The initial plane ride lasted 12 hours until the plane made a stop in Peru. That was some really good sleep and reading time, that time went by really fast. The plane then got going again so we could rush to our next step, Santiago, Chile, and wait in the airport for about 5 hours. The airport was a nice place, and there my Dad told me about the history of the place. He told me a bit about San Martin and how he is really the Washington of the South. He was responsible for driving out the Spanish and giving Argentina and Chile their own nation, go San Martin :). The birds I saw flying outside the airport were amazing as well! There were two hawks flying outside near a dirt area. They were a light brow, with white winged tips, a white head, and a golden beak. They flew much differently than the birds up north, they would swoop down, and skim the surface for a good distance. Ive never seen a bird fly like that! Oh, also at the airport we were conned out of 8 dollars for some Earl Gray Tea and some odd cookies. It was a good meal, but in no way an 8 dollar meal!
Oh hey, this is actually day 2, time to move on to that and say a few good words about Cordoba, one of the best cities in the world for a social life!!
Update: Im actually in Cordoba right now, but Im going to write about the first day befor I forget! Also, this keyboard seems to be different and difficult to type on, so dont expect any apostrophes any time soon!
We departed quickly Saturday morning. I had to scramble to get myself ready since the shuttle guy was early. He was nice, a good change for the shuttle drivers. He seemed like he had downsyndrome though, because he spoke in a really slow way and he swerved all over while driving. Poor guy worked the night shift, and we were his last guys for the day (this was at 10:30am !).
The plane ride went smoothly. We got there okay, and enjoyed the lunch my Mom packed for us. In a place where the food costs you an arm and a leg, my dad and I relished the great sandwich my mom made for us, gracias Ma! My dad and I waited for the plane in what seemed like the basement of LAX. The terminals were setup in a haphazard way (compared to the nice way its usually setup), and it was pretty dank too. When they finally called our terminal, we were put on a shuttle to a remote terminal. My dad had a good point, in the airport you rush to the next step, then wait, rush to the next step and wait. The extra terminal seemed like what we programmers would call spegghetti code, they setup the airport so it would *just work*.
The plane ride went great. There was a guy next to us that looked exactly like some guy I work with, so I kept glancing his way trying to convince myself that he wasnt him. Thank goodness he didnt notice or that would have been awkard! The initial plane ride lasted 12 hours until the plane made a stop in Peru. That was some really good sleep and reading time, that time went by really fast. The plane then got going again so we could rush to our next step, Santiago, Chile, and wait in the airport for about 5 hours. The airport was a nice place, and there my Dad told me about the history of the place. He told me a bit about San Martin and how he is really the Washington of the South. He was responsible for driving out the Spanish and giving Argentina and Chile their own nation, go San Martin :). The birds I saw flying outside the airport were amazing as well! There were two hawks flying outside near a dirt area. They were a light brow, with white winged tips, a white head, and a golden beak. They flew much differently than the birds up north, they would swoop down, and skim the surface for a good distance. Ive never seen a bird fly like that! Oh, also at the airport we were conned out of 8 dollars for some Earl Gray Tea and some odd cookies. It was a good meal, but in no way an 8 dollar meal!
Oh hey, this is actually day 2, time to move on to that and say a few good words about Cordoba, one of the best cities in the world for a social life!!
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