what i've been DOING all this time: a picture post [UPDATED]

What have I been doing? Oh just compromising the morals I once had, just about regretting hanging out with the people I hung out with the first two months I was here, and having a really good time. Oh, and not doing any of this BS work that our program thinks they can give us — if you're going to give us work, how about it shouldn't be worthless? And eating enough empanadas to fill a small army of children. And stressing out about my visa that I don't have yet, but that I need to get credit for this semester. If i don't graduate next semester, there will be pain.

And these things —

This is the best picture of Hilary ever taken in the planet ever ever ever.

I'm an amateur, but...

Hilary is some sort of.. kung fu master. Apparently.

People from my dorm on Halloween: Francisco from Colombia, Sam from NYU and Cullen from NYU.

Pepper-Ann and.. a Brazilian PROSTITUTE?!?! I knew my time would come.


This is in the middle of the biggest avenue/street in the world. 16 lanes. Imagine crossing that. I do it, it's frightening.

Me and Sadaf! She's one of my Euro friends, from Sweden. Love her.

Sadaf, Jenny and me. My friends. Love them.

I can't actually give you words.

Hilary and I being lovers/roomies, giving good face.

EMPANADAS. If I had to make a top five list of things I loved about Buenos Aires and that I would be on the verge of tears about leaving, EMPANADAS would take at least three different slots in that list. Or maybe all five. DELICIOUS. Although these empanadas were not mine.

We found masks in our room and decided to play with them.

This therefore happened.

*these photographs are delightfully courtesy of hilary "badassathon" telford.


i went to fashion week...

..and I liked it. Hell, let's skip the pleasantries, the lies — I loved it. It was so so fun. Let me tell you about it.

So it turned out that BAF Week (Buenos Aires Fashion Week) was taking place about four blocks or so from where I live here. Tight, right? So Kelly and I strolled on over there, without knowing the address, preparing to get lost, getting yelled/catcalled at by random Argentine bums, when this wrought iron gate came up on our left, and we knew that's where we were supposed to be. And so we went in.

After Kelly tried talking to the ticket lady, I had to talk to her with my limited Spanish, but I UNDERSTOOD and look, it was 20 pesos for everything. Divide that by 3 and that's how many dollars it was. Yeah. Later in the night, this Argentine woman who was probably just a little bit older than us asked us if we had ever been to New York Fashion week and we told her that New York Fashion Week doesn't cost 20 pesos, so no. That was sad.

We walked around looking at the displays for a bit. This was the Nike display; there was also an Elle display where you could get free Elle Argentina in an snazzy Elle bag, there was a Coke display where they gave out free Coke, except they kept saying they weren't giving it out at the time (BASTARDS!), there were free Rolling Stones everywhere, and all the designer's clothes were on display, everywhere.

We decided that fashion week was nothing without seeing a fashion show, and we looked everywhere for emaciated models and a catwalk. Then we realized that the long ass lines of people were probably people waiting to get into the fashion show that was supposed to start at 5. That was at 5:20. (It is important to know that Argentines definitely run on CP time, and I think it can be attributed to the fact that they use military time. It's all just too confusing, I'm sure.) We got/cut in line where Remington, Ashanti and Emily were standing so we could get in.

The fashion show we saw was for POSSE, and seeing all those hunchback girls called me back to episodes of America's Top Model with Miss J getting on the models about their walks. Yeah, some of those girls needed practice. But just being there was so so cool, and our seats weren't too bad. Also, fashion shows are really short.

After we got out the fashion show, this woman from some magazine or paper insisted on taking our picture. I know I talk about being black a lot, but I'm pretty sure it's because in our group, there were three black girls, which is the most black people an Argentine has ever seen in their life at one time. So as we were wandering around, the man above from La Nacion beckoned us over to take pictures. He was hilarious, and also he loved us. The result?


Clicking that link, you'll see this thing with pictures and we're in them. That sentence was a lot more vague than I intended, but it stays. Anyway, it was lots o' fun.

(Our card says 'Emily + Kelly + Rachael xoxo los EE.UU')

Then we wandered around some more, some dude saw Remington and was like "Would you like to come to the VIP section?" So then, we were in VIP, drinking free champagnes, and if you read this blog, you probably already know how I feel about champagne and how I feel about free things. Imagine my delight. Just imagine it. The waiter girls kept coming up to us offering us alfajores, which are these cookie things with dulce con leche, which is kind of like caramel but way better; and all these legit looking people were just sitting and talking. That's when the Argentine girl came and talked to us and was really nice. I think Argentines are nice, I don't know why, and I don't know how to feel about it.

And that was it. I fell asleep and didn't go out because something is wrong with me, and I didn't want to be bothered with the millions of people in all the bars watching the Olympic futbol/soccer game of Argentina vs. Nigeria. It sounded too intense.

Oh and I finally have an Argentine friend, kind of! Except, I don't have his phone number. Or anything. But, we're friends! His name is Horacio and he kind of worked for IES as a student worker, but Thursday or Friday was his last day, and so he's free game, I mean, a friend. YAY. He wants us (Charlie + Me) to go to a barbecue at his house. Someone told me he lives in Tigre which is outside of Buenos Aires, but you can take a bus or something to get there. I'll keep you posted.


caballos & hip hop — a picture post.

I'm not particularly in the mood to post about my diet lacking in vegetables, the fact I didn't have dinner tonight, and all the things I did yesterday, because I'm trying to not be angry about how acceptable it is to be flaky in this world. I'm not mad. I'm a little irritated, because I was ready, I was cute, even though my voice is gone, my throat is disgusting and kind of raw, and my nose is stuffy and gross yellow chunks of mucous come out when I blow my nose (too much?) — but hey. Maybe I shouldn't be going out in this state like I have been. It's time to lay back and watch Diarios Motocicletas.

So enjoy these pictures instead, is what I'm essentially saying.

Now playing: The Velvet Underground - I'm Sticking With You
via FoxyTunes


"tutrear me" means give me the vos treatment

Methinks this is called Museo Patrimonico but I might be wrong. It was wonderful with palm trees, which is what I think it should be called.


here at last

I'm here, bitches!

Buenos Aires is chilly, the sky kind of looks like Pittsburgh — you can't tell if there are clouds or just sky, and oh yes, rain just started pouring out of that very same nondescript sky I mentioned — and the old people are so so cute. And the people dress really funky, which is sometimes bad and sometimes good. And I just had an empanada and cafe con leche and it — particularly the coffee — was delicious.

I have a good feeling about this Buenos Aires. When I was in the airport waiting for my taxi, the guy who escorts people to their taxis asked if 25 was my number and i said si. Then he said "Ohhh! Hola!" and I was all "Hey! I mean, hola!" And then we he left me to be in my taxi with my fellow IES students and he looked straight at me and said "Bonita! Muy bonita!" and I was all "Gracias, boo!" except without the boo part. I'm not bringin the hood to Argentina! Ok, I am. Also, some of th IES people are really lame/boneheads/meatheads, and some of them are kind of tight. More on that later.

I live in a little apartment-like residence hall on a street named Paraguay in Palermo Viejo. My roommate and I have our own bathroom. This is what our room looks like —

Yes, those are my chucks. No, I don't feel like turning the picture around.

And that's it for now. I'm settling in with a purchase of delicious champagne (Extra Brut) and I get to probably see Claire today. If I party, you'll know about it. I've already spotted some hot thangs. Yes, I typed thangs.


hello world. it's me, rachael.

Hello, hello. I'm leaving for Buenos Aires in five days (I think, I'm not really the best at counting) on August 3 and I'm excited/scared out of my fucking mind. That's alright, carne asada, empanadas and Claire Morgenstern await my arrival.

I'll leave this warm, half finished entry so I can finish packing and freak the fuck out some more. Mm, goody!