Ok, ok, the ghetto is glamorous in the movies but when you accidentally live there in Buenos Aires, it's not as fun. Traipsing all over town to find apartments in legitimate neighborhoods is a) good for the glutes and b) really hard for two girls who like eating cheesecake and sitting down a lot. Today we tricked our new friend Jamil (born on Caye Caulker in Belize, raised in Guatemala City, yoga fanatic) into wandering around with us into Palermo.
Jamil, two miles in: "Ay Dios. I should be doing less meditating and more exercising."
This is Jamil's face after he saw Amy Winehouse in her drogaddiccion phase. Emotion was palpable. It was like telling a kid there's no Santa Claus.
Luckily, covering dozens of miles on foot was worth it. We now have an apartment to live in starting on Monday and the happy memory of a cute little Argentinian boy who gasped, "MIRA... que lindo vestido!" to his mom and swung around to watch Marlo's long dress swish by him. At least someone around here appreciates the fact that we brought cute dresses!
4 comments:
sad you didn't say goodbye but glad your having a blast! ^_^
remember you have a friend if you need anything (and will be in Ecuador for most of January spending newyears in a wonderful beach house that has space for travelers) ;P
if you dont take him up on the beach house in Ecuador, then I will! Loved the blog post, but i kept scrolling down to see if there was more...and to much much sadness there wasn't...i want MORE..i want MORE..i want MORE! love you.
cute dresses are for the birds...
Are you sure that Jamil isn't actually Mario Lopez? Be careful, that fool may try to punk you and it [literally] won't be funny. Mario Lopez is the most unfunny guy alive.
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