I can`t hear the radio over all the chatter from the birds in my gym. Some real characters they are, I try to avoid the times that they are all there together flapping their holes. They come in for more of a social gathering than anything else- I`m sure of it. Taking their rounds in the gym upon arrival to greet and kiss each person, I continue without much notice. However, they notice me. I`m considered a puta because I don`t engage in their mindless jabber, saludos, or flirting. Of course I`m not a stick in the mud, before yoga or otra clases I chat with some of them, but I have to try to cover my laughter when they come in high heels, and sometimes I just have to smile.
It feels like September in a spring sort of way, been raining for the last 3 days. Lots has been happening, but the rain has made me eternally lazy.... you may have noticed in my lack of posting. Everyday I have a range of emotions that could kill a horse. One minute I`ll be thinking about about starting the next part of my life in Minne and actually getting a job, the next about my 2 year old niece who is now recovering nicely from her 3rd heart surgery, how relaxing it is on this continent, how to complete my taxes from here, planning my dream restaurant, and of course about leaving my latin lover... does anyone know where that underground tunnel in Mexico starts?
Exactly 2 months left before I am able to say that I completed a year in South America. I am getting really excited for my next turn of events in life. Seems I´m always a few months ahead. I found myself exuding lots of energy when talking to Negro about my upcoming plans in Minnesota... and then realized that I would be leaving him behind. We´ve been caught up in each others lives since I arrived to Buenos Aires in mid November. It´s down to the last few weeks here.... mommy, can I keep him? ... and not his mommy- wow is she ever weird. Psychiatrists. I think they probably create more problems than what they´re worth. Certainly she knows him well enough to get into his head, but its harder to break my shell. She´s tried a few times, but I have done a pretty good job at pretending that I don´t understand a word that comes from her mouth. This week she decided to make a surprise visit because she needed some papers here...... HUH?!?!?!?!?!!!! I guess that means that my guest that I have been expecting for months will be staying...?...on the floor? It could be that Negro forgot her birthday a couple weeks ago and... well, this Wednesday is International Women´s Day-- I´m no psychaiatrist, but I see some ulterior motives for the "surprise" visit being this week. aaaaarrrgh... the next mother I want to see is MINE!