Back to the city again (or, "It's been a while," pt. 3)

After Iguazu, we headed back to Buenos Aires once again to dive into classes. "Dive" is actually the perfect term to explain how I felt this past week: like I was falling headfirst, floundering, scrambling to try to piece together my class schedule while juggling sports, music and social events. Really a better title for this segment would be "Crying in public places." But did I give in to the terror and the loneliness? Did I ask myself, "Who do you think you are, galavanting around Buenos Aires like you own the place?" Did I call myself a fraud, think myself incapable and deluded? Yes. Yes, I did.

But then something remarkable happened (and I'm feeling very Eat, Pray, Love as I write this): Things came together. Everything that had been whirling around ten feet above my head finally settled, and after my class let out this past Thursday, August 19, exactly four weeks after my arrival in Buenos Aires, I could breath (I was going to write "I felt ten pounds lighter," but that would be the exact opposite of the truth). I have a class schedule, a frisbee team, a private lessons teacher-it's still the beginning, but it's certainly the makings of a (thank goodness) routine. And as for my fortune... well, that's a theme for another post.