Sweet N’ Sure

 Posted by Leah Biesack at 1:44 am  Argentina
Apr 112015

Sitting across the way from what I’m now just realizing is Argentina’s version of The Container Store (Hiper Plásticos COLOMBRARO), I’m feeling slightly more settled into this city and country than I did a week ago. Naturally, I suppose. It tends to be simple mathematics;

(time + open mind) – high rate of expectation = {eventually} a sense of acclamation.

And, of course, altering the variables of the formula will only increase/decrease the outcome. Facts are facts. (And while we’re talking them, Hiper Plásticos looks just as nonsensically appealing as the American version).

When I boarded an airliner overbooked of all Brazilians and me, it wasn’t nerves I was feeling. Truthfully, aside from a headache and sincere disappointment in my arsenal of plane snacks, I wasn’t feeling much of anything. Not even excitement. Maybe that’s not the best way to convey. I didn’t know what to feel. Nothing was cemented. And that’s a sensation with which I’m exhaustedly familiar. Despite the research I’d done, the supposed appropriate questions I’d asked, this entire episode, planned out to some kind of make-shift tee, all of a sudden felt sparratic! And (though I loathe the word) random. “Wait! What am I doing?” I was leaving a handful of solid sources behind, and, with nothing to white-knuckle grasp tightly, I put my concern elsewhere

“Where the hell did I lose my ring?”

“Great. That yogurt I ate for breakfast has been expired for two days.”

“Oh. Look. I packed 6 months worth of stationary and zero envelopes.”

Moving to a country 4,300 nautical miles away wasn’t reading on any sensitive meter of mine.

And though I do feel myself slowing down as the sediment settles, the stirring no longer needing to be constant, I have not yet dissolved entirely into this place. I didn’t expect to immediately, knowing the proper curing process takes longer than a week. And this isn’t a total oil and water situation, but it does feel a bit like kids in the kitchen. I’m some spice no one really knows how to use. But we’re all hopeful. Stirring occasionally. Testing as we go.

Though I was originally supposed to begin my Gender Equality project this past Monday, I won’t actually start until the upcoming Tuesday. In the meantime, I’m taking Spanish classes daily, in the center of the city. I’m finding it equal parts frustrating and encouraging, like the well-balanced morsels of morales we all subconsciously crave. And that’s just my make-up; I can see the thing I love, why haven’t I yet mastered it? The percentage of Argentines who speak English is relatively low (aside from at the language school and the places I’ve been staying, I’ve yet to encounter anyone who speaks English), so total immersion is high. Which I’ve been devouring.

500 words in and I’m almost certain this post didn’t say too much. I’ll have more in which you can sink those teeth in a few days, and though this was plenty long, let me do what I do and give you extra words to sift and sort.

[Notes On AR: The First 7 Days]

* Argentines are the only reason clothing companies should continue to make acid-wash.

*Daily snacktime is galletitas con queso de crema y dulce de leche. In other words, crackers with cream cheese and caramel. I said daily, right?

* Sneaker game is real on point.

* What vegetables?

* I don’t believe in things like, ‘by the grace of God,’ but there happen to be two popcorn carts on my way to Spanish class. So. You tell me.

* You can wear cardigans in 85 degree weather and it’s somehow okay.

* The sugar is more sugary?

* I’ve never disputed the science of gluten and how it affects the body and mind of many, but the amount of energy this well put together culture has while subsisting on plates of toast with marmalade is causing me to question everything.

* Bad skin simply does not exist here.

* Neither do greasy bangs.

* Every coffee comes with a mini seltzer water and I just about lose it every time it happens because of how cute it is.

* Being a woman in New York can be like living in such a dog pound that, when the most any man will throw at you is ‘Buen día,’ more to himself than anyone else, you almost take him to coffee out of sheer gratitude.

* A lot of backpack wearing on the front of the torso happening. A giant fanny pack anywhere else, this just seems smart here.

*Squeegeeing the floor after every shower is just about as rewarding as shoveling the driveway before it gets dark.

*Though arguably adorable in almost all parts of the world, old ladies here are as cute as they come.

* Bags of yogurt.


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