Im so tired that i havent been able to muster much energy to write. I’ve been here in Buenos Aires (BA) for about 3 days now, and all I have to say is that this place is crazy.

The city is huge, and its size and “foreign-ness” makes me feel a little homesick. I never felt homesick in Patagonia, but here, for some reason, I do.

Maybe it’s because i really stick out. I bought some jeans and a new shirt knowing my dirty brown cords and Northface jacket were screaming tourist. But the effort was in vain. With my looks and coloring there is no way I can fit in.

In addition, I am still handicapped when it comes to the city bus system. Considering the fact I struggled with simpler bus systems in smaller cities, a city that boasts over 10 million residents scares me too death. I’m great with subways, but BA’s metro is unfortunately not that extensive.

Nevertheless!, I’m doing my best to experience the city.

My first night here I went out with some Israelis I met in Bariloche. We went to, from what I was told, a super trendy club right downtown in Puert Madero district. I was forced to wait patiently in the lobby of a smokey hostel until 1:30. There was no way we were leaving before then. At 2:00 in the morning, I was waiting in a line 100 people long. Inside the music was that hypnotic techno beat. I hate hypnotic techno beat. It’s at moments like these that I wish I sometimes drank. There wasnt much to do besides drinking and dancing, so I opted for the latter. I was going to show those those Latinos how we move in America.

To make a long story short, I danced for 4 straight hours. I dont know how i looked, but i felt good. That’s all that really matters when you’re dancing, right?

The next night I went to a soccer game. Everything you here about Argentinian soccer are true. I saw riot police break up fights between the home and opposing team fans, I saw people pissing against the wall in the stadium, and I learned quite a few new swear words in Spanish.

We originally choose our seats away from the rucus of crazy fans, but as the game went on, the seats around us slowly filled with more ardent fans until I found myself in a swarm of shirtless Argentinians jumping up and down singing the same song over and over. At that moment I regretted wearing my flip flops, for I was afraid they wouldn’t be very practical in case I had to run for some reason. I didn’t like the fact that no one else was wearing sandals around me.

The funny thing was is that it was just a regular season game that didn’t mean anything.

Monday and Tuesday I explored various neighborhoods in the city.

More on my time here in Buenos Aires to come on datejenny.com…