THE END OR THE BEGINNING...ONE CAN NEVER TELL

Lately I've been thinking about the concept of memory...just how we remember things.  Particularly, how we twist and reconstruct time.  Time can fly or crawl according to what seems a subconscious force.  We remember moments in whole entities, as well as in confusing bits and pieces.  Why?  As usual, I have no answer.  BUT, I am forced to reflect on my time here in Buenos Aires, and see what montage of images flows through my head.  The following is an attempt to recount my stream of consciousness in relation to Buenos Aires:

1.  Bizarren  http://www.bizarren.com.ar/cartelera.php  As silly as this warehouse style costume/ dance party is, I made close friends and had wonderful nights singing "corazon, corazon, corazon" to every song...because I didn't know the words in Spanish!  At this party I also learned that there are drunken people in the world who get excited about free chorizo sandwiches at 6am.  (Ewww??)  Haha!

2. The moonlight walk I took with my mother to La Garganta Del Diablo in Iguazu Falls.  Truly inspiring.  During this time I was reflecting very much on the idea that "all will pass."  Every emotion, physical feeling, thought, etc.  It is in this moment that I decided to personally test this theory.  At La Garganta Del Diablo there is an unholy amount of  spray from the falls, and if the smallest gust of wind comes through, everyone gets soaked.   In which case, everyone turns their heads, screams, and runs the other direction.  Being the incredibly logical person that I am (irony), I thought how this reaction really made no sense.  You still get as wet, whether you run or not and for me personally, usually I love to run in the rain.  People just reacted negatively in this situation because of how unexpected it was.  So, I decided to just accept getting drenched the next time around, and be aware of the fact that the feeling of not being in control would pass.  It did.

3. Days at Colombo Pashkus.  This is a good example of memory.  I can't recount an entire day of work filled with all the details, but I remember a feeling.  And the feeling is of support.  I felt the people at work really helped me grow, not only in learning a language and fitting into another culture, but in self-confidence as well.

4. PATAGONIA.  really the moment I remember most is when I walked out of the airport and looked at the landscape.  I will never forget how the colors hit me like a gust of wind.  So vibrant, the way colors should be.

5. When Marcie (the program leader) asked me out of the blue if I had travelled a lot.  I said yes.  She said, "I thought so, you seem to be experienced with these sorts of things."  That made me feel incredible that day.
  
6. My first English class.  I met a lady who is an English professor at la UBA, and decided to go observe her English class, just to see what it was like...obviously I've never been in one.  In that class I realized that I could see myself teaching English, enjoying it, and not being half bad at it!   :)