Last Weekend

Tomorrow morning the Dickinson-College-In-South-America crew is headed to Buenos Aires for the weekend. We get back Sunday night. I have class on Monday at 8:00am (which means a 5:45 wake up call). And then an exam on Tuesday. Which very realistically I could do terribly on. Not because I lack content understanding, but because my true-false (in Spanish) skills are rather low. I'd rather write an essay. Anyway the last week has been pretty full of studying. Which means that I didn't get a chance to blog about last weekend.

Friday: We got to see The Great Gatsby in its entirety without any electrical malfunctions. Success.

Saturday: The 25th of May. The day the revolution for freedom from Spain started in 1810. National pride everywhere.

These three signs were part of many on the front of a school: peace, equality, and education

Another decoration of the decked out school-front.

A zoomed out view.
That weaving is supposed to represent all of the people being part of one bigger fabric.

Blue fountains.

Marching bands

A concert in the main plaza.

Lindsey, Carrie, and I met up with three English students a couple weeks ago for a language exchange. Saturday, we went to one of their house's and a made a giant lunch and ate outside with her, her family, and the other two girls. It was a lot of fun.

The 25th is also the birthday of the River Plate futbol club. In Buenos Aires there is a huge rivalry between River and Boca. I think everyone in the whole country has a favorite between the two. River is traditionally more upper class and Boca represents the underdogs. We walked by a parade celebrating the team on our way between buying candles and a cake.

Cake and candles? It was Rachael's birthday, as well. One of the things that I am so happy with about this group of ours is that we are really good about all getting together for each others' birthdays.

All together.

I ordered pasta with pesto. Fail. That looks like all of the ingredients for pesto. Except it isn't. Those were walnuts instead of pine nuts. Plus the proportions were all wrong. Basically it was an olive oil soup.

It was  a delicious cake.
If normal birthday candles and sparklers had babies, they would be those candles.

Birthday girl.

Sunday: The studying began... and it never ended.

But Mia drew me a picture. That would be me. We're going to say that my arms are muscular.

I'll be sure to blog about my weekend adventures after I finish my exam Tuesday!