When I set off on this trip, I really wanted to experience life in Latin America. To get to know the culture, the people, and, of course, the language. Living here in Buenos Aires for almost two months, my hopes have been met, if not exceeded.
Numerous times after several different dance classes, I have gone out to eat with the instructors and other students. What a great experience just to hang out with locals, almost as if I'm one of them.
A couple weeks ago, one of my Salsa classes had two guest instructors. We had a shorter than normal Salsa lesson, then the guest instructors taught us some introductory Tango. We were then treated to a Tango performance. The male Tango instructor, León, has been friends with Henry—the Salsa instructor—for years. In fact, he was one of Henry's Salsa instructors. Four days later, I attended the actual Tango class. After that class, the instructor invited me over to his house, along with his partner and his girlfriend. We just hung out, talked, and of course ate. After all, it wasn't even midnight yet—barely past dinner.
During one of my first Salsa classes here, I met a guy named Adrian, another photography addict (he really likes my D3). We became friends and have seen each other numerous times since. This past Thursday, we met at the Obelisk in the downtown area at 9:30 P.M., hopped on a bus, drove across town, and went to his apartment, where he lives with his mother, a very sweet woman. She fixed us dinner and we hung out, chatted, and watched some dance videos.
My original plan was never to stay in one place this long, but having to wait a while to get my gear in the mail turned into a blessing. I've made lots of good friends and gotten to live in Latin America. I couldn't have asked for more.