This past week I was traveling in Northwestern Argentina, in a region called Salta by the end of the week I was really wishing that I had Maya's OCD when it comes to leaving rooms. For about as long as i can remember Maya has always done family room checks. She will look in drawers that were never opened and closets that were never used to really make sure we did not forget ANYTHING. I used to make fun of her for her incessant need to be so thorough but now i really wish i was more like that.
Things I lost along the way:
Car Ride to Hostel #2: Water bottle
Hostel #2: toothbrush
Hostel #3: NOTHING! WOOHOO!
Hostel #4: 2 bottles of delicious wine
By the time hostel #5 came around I was a serious room checker and was set for the rest of the trip.... which was only 1 more day.
good news: I managed to get my beloved water bottle back! but the rest is gone for good :(
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Lesson #3: Sunday afternoons are a great time for a threesome
I live in the strictest residencia around. no matter what you are doing you are basically always breaking the rules. Example rules: you can't drink, can't be in a boy's room past 10pm, can't talk too loud late at night. And they really do enforce them, especially on Americans. A few weeks ago, i did not want to sit around the residencia and thought that it would be a fabulous idea to go to the San Telmo market and then a tango show with a few friends. while i was away, i let my friends (two boys and one girl) hang out in my room and watch a movie because i am lucky enough to have a single room . As they were watching Aladdin, the most "G" rated movie of all time, the woman in charge of the residencia barged into the room and started yelling at them. She claimed that they were having a threesome in my bed at 3pm on a Sunday. To make things even better she thinks that I was the girl involved, even though I was on the other side of the city. Now im the residencia slut and it isn't even justified.
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