Día Internacional de la Mujer

Today is the International Day of the Woman. Despite the progressive nature of my country, darling America, you forgot this one. The United Nations recognizes it! An important holiday!

I've been rather curious to discover why we women have a special holiday. What exactly are we celebrating here? It's a day to honor the historic struggle of women to gain equality and respect. I like that.

Next question: What do the Argentines DO to celebrate the day of the woman? Apparently, since I'm female my husband/boyfriend should bring me flowers and cook me dinner. Unfortunately I don't have a husband/boyfriend. Therefore, I can't celebrate? I'm a little confused. This is only a holiday if you have a significant other? Why on earth does the Day of the Woman require I have a MAN to celebrate? I find that infuriating.

Alternative solution: I think during Dia de la Mujer all the women should ditch their men and meet in the parks to drink mate, eat chocolate and gossip about girlieness such as hair, nails and how we really feel. I like this idea so much better. That would be a real celebration of femininity.

Maybe I'll start my own chocolate-eating holiday.

Here to Stay

Today I checked my email and there was a letter from Continental Airlines reminding me to check in for my flight. Yes, that's right. I have a flight leaving Buenos Aires in an hour. And here I am, in my little apartment writing a blog instead. I'm not going home. I'm staying here. I have absolutely no plans to leave.

It was one of those odd moments when I saw the email from Continental. Like vaugly remembering that it's the birthday of your ex-boyfriend. Almost important. Not quite.

I suppose that means I'm here to stay. This better be fun! And well, if not... it's going to be a hell of a story someday.

Raindrops keep fallin' on my head...

This is my roof. Well-ventilated.

Last night it was pouring down rain. Amazing, beautiful, strange rain. How is it possible that it's raining, horribly humid and hot at the same time? No, but it was spectacular because I have a plastic roof. I'm not kidding. It leaks a little, but I don't mind raindrops on my head so much. You just need to know which chair *not* to sit in. I mean, I know I've talked about my roof before (because it opens and closes and that's simply weird!) but I haven't mentioned how it SOUNDS yet. It was so loud that I had to yell to talk to my roommate. And I fell asleep listening to that fabulous sound. Today it was sunny. I'm feeling love for Argentina. (Except for the part where I couldn't round up enough monedas to take the bus. But that's a whole other story entirely.)