poetry....

Day three: I can hear the city of buenos aires moving, humming and drumming around me. i feel lost in the sea of sound and unfamiliarity of this city, and i am surrounded by the chaos of life, alone. why am i waxing poetic? well. serious sleep deprivation, complete alienation, and i think im dehydrated. but thats not the point. the point is that we finally made it to argentina! finally. i was beginning to think it would never happen. right now, im (trying to) lie down and unwind, but all i can hear is the buses and complete strangers conversation in spanish. and im so tired, but its only ten according to evil jet lag, and so. whatever. in anycase, after we staggered off of the long and decidedly horrendous flight to santiago, we had to chill in the chilean airport for four hours to catch the connecting flight. i found a (very expensive) can of diet coke, and took a hour or so bit of nap. we took off a bit after noon, and suffered another three hour flight. im sure we were quite the sight- a group of 18 haggard looking collegestudents, teachers and kids barely alive if not for the promise of clean clothes. praying that we would all receive our luggage, we flagged down a flight attendant, gently interrogated the poor man, and rejoiced when luggage was retrieved and handed to us. some poor soul was sent to pick us up in all our glory, and for the life of him couldnt speak a lick of english. well, we got straightened and he brought us to our apartment (more on that when im actually awake) where we prompt ly changed, napped and offed to eat dinner. shortly thereafter, we met with the students, discussed various things and now im in bed. sorry. its not too coherent, but it’ll be better tomorrow, i hope....