Getting Pooped On

First I left my house at 6:45 this morning. It was still dark. After class came the visa meeting.  A brief summary of that: aeiruh;usd;higeiruh;uaegrag;hoho;ageao;ghiGAHHH. Then this afternoon while starting the visa process a bird literally pooped on me. Here’s a photo: 

I decided it was fitting for the day. It also made me laugh.

That said, my first class was enjoyable. My professor seems very nice. It was most of the students’ first class in university and they were all majoring in Geography (perhaps in a later post I will attempt to explain the Argentine University system). Therefore it was a lot of “Why are you here?” “Why spend the next four years studying Geography?” “What do you hope to gain from this course of study?” One guy responded to that last question with, “To finish it.” Not a bad goal.

I am also settled into a new, wonderful host family. My host mom is in her 30s and has a five-year-old daughter. They are both so nice. It’s good to finally have all of my stuff unpacked. I’m in a cute little neighborhood outside of the city. My commute is about an hour by bus (including wait time) and by bike (I bought one yesterday).