So this is what its like to be a foreigner

Buenos Aires is amazing. however, my first impression was that it was huge, run down and dirty. homesickness set in the second i layed eyes on it. things have changed since then. for those of you that wonder what the books mean when they prent that buenos aires is the paris of the americas, let me explain it to you by saying that many of the buildings here are decadant and french looking.

its such a blessing to have a friend here. tori, what an spectacular girl, was mine and natalies mutual friend. man, God is good.

So, im definately a stupid tourist here and i hate it. but im starting to learn my way here (i cant wait until i learn how to make an apostorphe here and my possesive words and conjunctions wont have { or nothing at all in theme)

i hope this blog makes sense, its been a long day and the internet cafe is getting smoky so i need to leave soon and i refuse to proofread.

okay, something ive learned about myself, im afraid of making mistakes. pride? probably. but it holds me back alot, ecspecially in speaking spanish in class and with friends, i perfer stangers on the subway, bus, restaurants, or my door man. anyways, now that i know this problem, i must get over it (thank you jesus that you will help me).another thing ive learned, i have a southern drawl. its true. i thought it was gone because i dont sound like a hick kentuckian (no offense) anymore. but still, my classmates immedately asked what part of the south im from when i said yall and spoke with my accent. this pose a problem because instead of the nice round a that one should use for spanish, mine is kind of flat and drawn out. yet agian, something to work on.

cough cough cough...too much smoke. ill write again in a week or so.

PS i miss my house church!!