hot a monkey junk

i need a fan. air condition would be nice but i´d settle for a fan or some kind of breeze in my room. its been about 30 degrees celcius. do you know how hot that is in Farenheight? yeah, me neither, but its somewhere around monkey junk hot and a dehydration.

i saw my first argentine fight today. it was between two ladies in their 20s and they were pulling each others hair while two guys tried to pull them apart. i felt very much like a middle schooler as i peered out the bus window to watch the situation.

yesterday i ate at a Cafe Tortoni which is over 150 years old. the place was amazing and well perserved. my favorite part of this excursion was not the food or even the view, but it was the museum above it. what made it so worth while was the fact that La Orchestra de la Academia National de Tango was practicing and i got to watch. There were 5 violins, one base, 1 cello and piano, a very talented male singer and 4 acordians! It was beuatiful and i took such delight in watching/hearing live music.

On to the good news.....House Church. I think we´ve started one even though i´m not sure they are aware that we are a church. Right now there are 4 girls and one guy but we really want at least one other guy. We met once last week and everyone really wants to contunue meeting on a regular basis for focused God discussion and pray and meet throughout the week so that we can be each other´s support. I´m so excited!!!!!!

about pictures, i´m having some technical difficulties with my camera. and a friend trimmed my hair a bit so the mullet is a bit more subtle (thought still there) and i haven´t cried about it in over a week, i think i´ve moved on.

and of course, i´m contining to learn about myself. if everyone could lable you with one adjective, who would you be in the group? the funny one? smart one? the leader? i feel like i would be the ¨sweet one¨most of the time and that seems a bit boring. who remembers the sweet one? they aren´t the life of the party, not memorable. and then i think about it some more and being the sweet one isn´t so bad, actually its quiet nice. the funny ones need someone to entertain and laugh at their jokes and the leaders need people to follow them. yep, i´ve got my role but it doesn´t put me in a box. so for now i shall remain sweet. just call me dulce de leche (its like carmel and argentines are obsessed with it, just ask g-mo, he´ll know.)