Rainstorms and blackouts
Finally.
There is rain in Buenos Aires. Not misty, drizzly rain like in Seattle, but pounding, street-flooding rain. Tropical rainstorm rain.
BA has needed rain for a while now -- the air has been thick with smog and humidity. And with temperatures in the upper 30s (Celsius -- 40 Celsius is 104 Farenheit), the city needed a respite.
I've gone to tango classes the last two days. I really enjoy the class I've found, and I'm happy that one of the guys from my residence shared the class info with me. It is Salon style tango. Salon style is more of an open embrace, and what I was learning in Seattle. I've taken Close Embrace classes, and while I enjoy that, I prefer the Salon tango. I will continue to take Close Embrace classes here and there, but my focus will be on Salon tango. I danced with a wonderful man, yesterday, who was from Venezuela. Sadly, he will be going back to Venezuela on Monday, and he was not in class today.
After class, I finally found a book to use as my new journal. My current journal has maybe 10 blank pages left, and I haven't been writing much because I knew I would run out of space pretty quickly. Now, I have 200 pages to fill up. It's an interesting little book, with a double spiral binding.
After finding the journal, I headed back to my neighborhood. I felt the rain was likely about to start, because a particularly strong wind was blowing. In fact, the wind was so strong, it made it nearly impossible to walk down the main street by my residence, because there was dust (I don't want to know what some of the particles are), twigs and trash flying around. I noticed my usual locutorio (internet cafe) was closed, which I thought rather unusual at 3pm. Turns out, there was a partial blackout for several blocks around my residence (but not actually in my residence). I went to my favorite sandwicheria for my usual lunch, and ate lunch by the light of a single candle on the bar. While I was eating, the rain started. I was ready to wait out the rain there, but the overwhelming desire for a siesta kicked in. One of the proprietors gave me a large plastic bag to protect my belongings, which had previously been in a cloth bag.
Now, the power is back (obviously, since I'm writing this post), and the rain is only intermittent now. Right after I woke up, the rain started again. Imagine having a steel roof, and suddenly hearing what sounds like a million pebbles being thrown on the roof. Continually. This is what it sounds like in my room when it rains.
So. Tonight. Another tango class, or dinner and a night with my book?
I'm still a committment-phobe, which is why I continue to *not* make many plans in advance.
Or perhaps I will listen to the rain on my roof and work on my writing some more.
Time will tell.
There is rain in Buenos Aires. Not misty, drizzly rain like in Seattle, but pounding, street-flooding rain. Tropical rainstorm rain.
BA has needed rain for a while now -- the air has been thick with smog and humidity. And with temperatures in the upper 30s (Celsius -- 40 Celsius is 104 Farenheit), the city needed a respite.
I've gone to tango classes the last two days. I really enjoy the class I've found, and I'm happy that one of the guys from my residence shared the class info with me. It is Salon style tango. Salon style is more of an open embrace, and what I was learning in Seattle. I've taken Close Embrace classes, and while I enjoy that, I prefer the Salon tango. I will continue to take Close Embrace classes here and there, but my focus will be on Salon tango. I danced with a wonderful man, yesterday, who was from Venezuela. Sadly, he will be going back to Venezuela on Monday, and he was not in class today.
After class, I finally found a book to use as my new journal. My current journal has maybe 10 blank pages left, and I haven't been writing much because I knew I would run out of space pretty quickly. Now, I have 200 pages to fill up. It's an interesting little book, with a double spiral binding.
After finding the journal, I headed back to my neighborhood. I felt the rain was likely about to start, because a particularly strong wind was blowing. In fact, the wind was so strong, it made it nearly impossible to walk down the main street by my residence, because there was dust (I don't want to know what some of the particles are), twigs and trash flying around. I noticed my usual locutorio (internet cafe) was closed, which I thought rather unusual at 3pm. Turns out, there was a partial blackout for several blocks around my residence (but not actually in my residence). I went to my favorite sandwicheria for my usual lunch, and ate lunch by the light of a single candle on the bar. While I was eating, the rain started. I was ready to wait out the rain there, but the overwhelming desire for a siesta kicked in. One of the proprietors gave me a large plastic bag to protect my belongings, which had previously been in a cloth bag.
Now, the power is back (obviously, since I'm writing this post), and the rain is only intermittent now. Right after I woke up, the rain started again. Imagine having a steel roof, and suddenly hearing what sounds like a million pebbles being thrown on the roof. Continually. This is what it sounds like in my room when it rains.
So. Tonight. Another tango class, or dinner and a night with my book?
I'm still a committment-phobe, which is why I continue to *not* make many plans in advance.
Or perhaps I will listen to the rain on my roof and work on my writing some more.
Time will tell.
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