So I’m moving house again, for the third time since arriving in Buenos Aires. This time I am renting a bedroom in somebody else’s house, which is a little cheaper than renting my own apartment (but not by as much as you may think).
It means losing the kitchen, although in truth the kitchen created as many problems as it solved. I thought it would make it bit cheaper for me to prepare my own food at home, but in reality I struggled to find anything to buy in the supermarkets (a very narrow supply of somewhat sad looking fruit and veg, cereal and yoghurt all loaded with sugar and a really limited choice of anything except meat), and I spent many an hour walking up and down the aisles desperately looking for something to buy. Plus the kitchen area was just something else that I had to keep clean.
Now that I no longer have to commute to my Spanish class in the mornings, I have moved back up to Palermo, next to all the parks, the restaurants, tango clubs, galleries and such. It really is a case of location, location, location.
I shall be spending my next two weeks living in the house of Maria, who has become the latest victim for my Spanish practice. Now that my course has finished I set myself a daily task of finding someone to speak Spanish with every day (and no, saying hola and gracias in the supermarket does not count as a conversation) and more often than not Maria is providing that conversation.
I also have a couple of meet up groups for further language practice and a new language social that I have discovered in a nearby bar. All that, plus my tango classes, keep me pretty busy. And if there’s one thing I do well it’s find ways to keep myself busy in order to avoid work for a bit longer.