On Friday we were invited to have dinner at Kikas house, Duilios grandmother. It was sort of a reunion with the whole family to say goodbye for this time. I really like this family, they are funny and easy to hang with. I was thinking that I probably have seen this family more than I’ve seen my family in the last year, haha. But I’m glad that I’m comfortable with my boyfriends family, hehe. I hope he feels the same when he meets mine…. Oh, by the way, yes we have decided that we now are a couple for real. After 5 months I think it’s quite ok ;) Haha. And it feels great. I’m so damn in love with him. I love every second with him and I’m proud of him all the time, I want to say “look everybody, this is myyyy boyfriend!!!”. I don’t think I ever have felt this way before.
Yesterday, Saturday, was our last day together and we spent the whole day in bed. Oh, it was a perfect day!!! He brought breakfast to bed, we watched a couple of episodes of Dexter, had some ice cream in bed, watched some more episodes of Dexter etc. My bus was leaving at 20.00…. feels so weird in my heart. Still I’m wondering why the heck I am doing this for?? When I know that the only thing my heart wants is to be with him. I’m not happy with out him. But my head says I should keep on with my journey. I’ve been here for a month. So I will try to enjoy Bolivia and the last part of Peru and then come back to Santa Fe again. Already looking forward to it. Seriously. Haha.
Anyhow. Now I’m in Salta, I arrived around 12.30 today, so the trip took 16 hours and 30 minutes. The buses were more regular ones, a little better then the ones in Mexico – it was actually quite hot in the bus, and they had this semi-bed thing where you put down a thing for the feet so they are stretched out… SO much better. Still I tried to lay down on the both seats that I had, I alternated between 4 different postures during the whole night because I woke up of something hurting, I think I changed around 30 times.. but still I slept well between every time I woke up… hehe.
When I arrived I walked to my host Sebastians house, really close to the center and to the bus station. He lives in a reaaaally big house, I loose myself here! Haha. He was going to his parents house since today Sunday it’s fathers day here in Argentina, so I joined him to his old neighbourhood Milagros. And the whole family was there, mother, father, the two brothers, the aunt, two cousins and two grandmothers.
They made me feel so welcome, that I feel like a part of this family too! It reminded me of Duilios family, it’s the same sort of relaxed funny hang out. It’s usual that here in Argentina, the families have lunch together on Sundays. I think it’s really nice that they know each other that well, they are that comfortable that they sort of can say ANYTHING in front of each other, more like friends do, so they have fun and enjoy each others company.
It’s not like the family reunions in Sweden that everybody hates (It’s a very common thought that “släktträff” (family reunion in swedish ) is boring). There it’s more like everybody has to show how good and successful they or their children are, people are not that comfortable because they don’t know each other that well. My family isn’t really like that, but still we barely see each other more then for birthdays or Christmases even if almost all of us live within a 10 minutes distance from each other. It would be nice to have it as a weekly thing, but it feels almost like an impossible thing to do, we wouldn’t find a time when everybody is available or up to it.
I think Swedes don’t really appreciate family the same way they do here, we are much more independent, the general thought about young people is sort of try to get away from your family and do something of your own, not to get together. Ugh, when I put these things down to words it strikes me as very harsh, but they are still true. And I realize why people se us Swedes as cold people. We really are different from not only south America but in Europe too. Argentina is much more alike Spain in all ways, almost almost the same.
Hmm.. what was I saying?
Oh yeah, about Salta. It’s a nice colonial town here : ) There are plenty of tourist attractions too. In the evening we went to an American market as they call it here, which is a second hand market, and I bought a pair of shorts for 20 pesos (4 USD). Then we went to the handicraft market they have every weekend here, loveeeely stuff here too. Wowowow. And cheap aswell! I bought two beautiful rings here, typical from Peru though. :) Haha. Then I tried the typical Alfajor from Salta (not as good as the ones from Santa Fe I must say) and we also had great tortilla (baked bread on a col-stove). It was a nice day.
Then we walked home through the main street and the main plaza, it’s really nice and calm atmosphere here. One thing that’s different here from Santa Fe, except for the dialect (yes, they are MUCH more easy to understand here!) is that the people generally have darker hair and darker skin here that I’ve seen in Santa Fe. Just to throw something out, I would say that in Santa Fe, around 70% look like white Europeans, but here in Salta, around 30% does. At least that’s my guess from today. My guess is that since this is pretty close to Bolivia, more Bolivian people have come here to work and create families over the years, while Santa Fe has remained intact since the European came there to work and create families a couple of hundred years ago. Haha.
Today I went to the archeological museum, but it was closed. Damn it, I really wanted to go there, they have mummies and stuff and they say it’s really worth a visit. Apparently it’s a festive day today here in Salta, so a lot of stores and stuff are closed. There are a few things going on today in town, a parade of horses and farmers from the Salta-area and at night there are some other celebrations.
I walked around town, visited the San Francisco church (yes, there is one in every town here in South America, haha!) and the cathedral. After that I took the teleferico up to the Cerro San Bernardo, which has a good sight over the whole town of Salta.
I went to the bus station to check the schedules for buses leaving to Bolivia, and there’s one bus that leaves at 22.30 tonight and another 01.30 tomorrow night. I really don’t know what to do. I’m really split. I sort of feel I could stay one more day because I haven’t really been able to hang that much with my host, and I haven’t seen that museum or done any other tour, but I also really want to hurry my trip up. Today I’ve felt so bad, I think I’m depressed. It was so long time ago I had this feeling inside of me, it’s eating me up, I’m not happy at all and I just want to cry my heart out. I don’t think I’ll be able to do my 1-month volunteer-thing in Bolivia. I might be there one week instead and work with monkeys instead of pumas then (to work with the cat-animals you have to be there for a month at least). I just can’t be away for 2 months. I can’t stand it. I’m so damn close to just turn around and go back too.. but I have already paid for a jungle-tour in Puerto Maldonaldo in Peru so I feel like I need to use it since it was quite expensive, and I do want to see Salar de Uyuni…So I’ll do this quick. I hope it’s worth it. Then I’m done. I was happy with my everyday life in Santa Fe together with Duilio, training and doing my bracelets. I just want to go back to that, being happy and being with the love of my life.
P.S Now when I’m uploading this I’m at the hostal were my host works and I’m having a good time and feeling better then I did earlier today. It’s much better to talk to people and do stuff! I’ve learnt to do a new bracelet too from Belen, it’s so nice!!!
P.S 2. I stayed another day here too, I’ve changed my plans for Bolivia. I will go directly to Uyuni now instead, taking the train from Villazon. Today I also went to the Maam museum. :)
Before I forget, I would also like to put in a small dictionary here with some words we have different here… I remember a couple of days ago when Claudia said something like “Llevas el cancan para que no te se vea la bombacha cuando lleves la pollera!” and I was like HUH?!
Argentinian – Spanish dictionary (English)
Bombacha – bragas (panties)
Pollera – falda (skirt)
Cancan – Medias (stockings/leggings)
Polainas – calentadores (leg warmers)
Medias – calcetines (socks)
Lentes – gafas (glasses)
Canilla – grifo (tap)
Campera – chaqueta (jacket)
Buzo – hoodie con capucha (hoodie with hoodie)
Canguro – hoodie sin capucha (hoodie without hoodie)
Bremer – camisa de manga larga (pullover)
Remera – camiseta (t-shirt)
Pileta – piscina (pool)
Bermuda/Maya – bañador (bathing suite)
Pieza – habitacion (room)
Piso – suelo (floor)
Choclo – maiz (corn)
Arvejas – guisantes (peas)
Poroto – alubias (white beans)
Zapatillas – bambas (sport shoes)
Pantuflas – zapatillas (slippers)
Toallitas femeninas – compresas (hmmm…)
Antro – bar/pub
Boliche – disco/club
Parlantes – alta voces (speakers)
Paba – tetera (tea pot)
Cola – culo (ass)
Piba – chica (girl)
Mina – chica (girl)
Pibe – chico (boy)
Vago – chico (boy)
Varon – chico/hombre (boy/man)
Re-(bien, frio) – muy/mucho (bien/frio) (very)
Esta bárbaro – esta muy bueno/bonito (really good)
Jeans – vaqueros (jeans)
Sanwish – bocadillo (sandwich)
Estacionar – aparcar (to park)
Playa de estacionamiento – parking
Manejar – conducir (drive)
Auto – coche (car)
Colectivo – autobus (bus)
Remis – taxi (cab)
Concha, cajeta, papo – vagina
Verga, chota, poronga – pene (penis)
Cojer, garchar – follar (fuck)
Forro – condon (condom)