Tractors and Primos

So one of the exciting things that I did this month was go to Balcarce with my host family to visit my Aunt, Uncle and little cousins. We all went to a farmers fair and it was a lot of fun! 


My primos (cousins) and I climbed all over tractors, got fries (no ketchup; they eat their fries plain here), shot paint-balls at a target, looked at cute little bunny rabbits and ran around shooting each other with water guns. Needless to say, I had a lot of fun acting like an 8 year old! 

Every time I look at this picture it reminds me of 

my friend Austin at home and his John Deer T-Shirt

The Farmers Fair

Cows Cows Everywhere!

Cow literally is a synonym for Argentina

My baby cousin and the cute little bunnies. And I know, my cousin

looks really cute too but him and his brother aren't the most

well behaved kids in the world (though I didn't know that

until I got better at speaking spanish haha)

Restaurant we  went to for lunch

The inside of the restaurant

My Host Mom 

Living in Argentina? Normal.

Hola!


To start off, sorry for taking so long to update. It has been a very busy yet uneventful month. How can something be both those things at once? Well between school, working at an english institute in exchange for free spanish classes and hanging out with friends, I don't have a lot of time. The reason it's uneventful is because being in Argentina and doing all that stuff is normal for me now.


Going to school at 7:45am? Normal.
Having basically no breakfast and a HUGE lunch? Normal.
Eating dinner at 10:00pm? Normal.
Staying up until 6am on the weekends? Normal.
Kissing people on the cheek that I don't know? Normal.
Kissing teachers on the cheek? Normal.
Getting called "the Canadian"? Normal.
Singing in the middle of class? Normal.
Only getting 6 hours of sleep a night? Very Normal.
Small almost non existent bikinis? Nor - ... Nope not used to that one yet


Haha anyway, I'm guessing you guys get the point now. Being in Argentina and living like this all seems very natural and normal now. That's why I think posting blog posts is going to be a little more difficult for me now. Compare it to you writing about your normal everyday lives because that's how it feels for me. Being here, in Argentina, is just my normal everyday life.