llllllllllluvia

So Victor and I finally found a time we could meet up and go hiking. After lots of discussion and planning we met up on a bus to Bariloche, Argentina ready to trek, trek and trek. Unforunately our schedules lined up perfectly with lllllluvia. Everyone we met told us: va llover, va llover, va llover, its going to rain. While we were both disappointed by this news, I continued to find it hysterical because of the way argentines pronounce their "ll" sound. Needless to say after a short 48 hours together, Victor is well tired of my giggles. Anyway we decided we would deal valiently with the rain. Why not, right? We were prepared with rain gear, plastic bags and changes of clothes. How bad could it be? It turns out, pretty bad. We took the chair lift up to where our trek was supposed to start to find the first snowfall of the year in Bariloche. Just our luck. The snow was beautiful and it was cold, but the problem was the insane winds. We spent a few hours at the top of the ski mountain running around in the snow, taking pictures of the view (only when the clouds temporarily moved out of the way), sitting by the fire and drinking absurdly overpriced hot chocolate.

Needless to say we finally gave up on our dreams of trekking together, and came back to touristy, rainy Bariloche. Although we didn´t do any hiking, we´ve done plenty of talking. It feels good to be speaking English again and meeting other crazy traveling people. On the bus ride here I met a veryyy talkative chilean woman who kept me busy for the entire five hour ride. She taught me some necesities of argentine spanish and also invited me to her house (a trip hopefully I´ll make near the end of the week). On the same bus ride I ran into Bobby, a brother of a friend of a friend of a friend (so, someone I barely know) who I had met in the Buenos Aires airport on the way here. We cooked steak and cabbagge together and talked about Key club, and upstate new york. Weird. We´ve met lots of friendly and handsome Argentines and I continue to think their accents are incredibly charming and hysterical. I met a cute old black couple from LA a few nights ago in the hostel that I really liked. We spend dinner talking about all the instances that blacks and jews have helped each other out. They are going to set me up with their son, Quincy who is only 15, but apparently very handsome (I think I´ll wait a few years...). This morning we´re going to go to a museum in Bariloche and then head to a town about two hours south of here that promises a market and lots of cute hippie things. I plan on hiding out there where there until the rain stops-- it promises to be cheaper and less crowded with tourists.

Fortunately I have a whole week to kill and the weather is supposed to get better on Tuesday, when I plan on coming back up here and finally doing some hiking until my Passover celebration on Thursday night. Hopefully next time I write I will be tired and smelly from lots of hiking. Depending on the lllllluiva.