January 2010
1 post
Coffee Novice
So every now and then, I’m reminded of how I’m not quite a coffee expert yet. As you may know, I consider myself well versed with the drug of caffeine, but this vehicle is still somewhat bewildering to me. We specifically left early for the train today so that I could stop and pick up some coffee at Girabaldi’s (or whatever Italian sounding bakery name you would like to give...
October 2009
1 post
Argentine National Library
I spent the day yesterday at the library pictured above. Two things struck me as odd about the building. One, there was a pretty intense security system for a library, and two, I didn’t actually see any books.
Due to my lack of actually reading anything, the absence of books didn’t bother me. It was more the intense security that piqued my curiosity. As you can tell, the edifice...
September 2009
7 posts
La Guerra De Marc de 2009
Today is a sad day in Buenos Aires. I just discovered that my friend former friend, Marc, has a blog specifically dedicated to Buenos Aires. http://literallybsas.com/ This “blah”-g is clearly an attempt to steal the glory and readership that I have worked hard to accumulate here at itslegalinargentina.tumblr.com, and I take it as a personal offense, and a clear act of internet...
Learn Spanish by Derick
Vocabulary is a big part of speaking. Knowing words makes it much easier to form sentences and express yourself. Here’s the first lesson in this educational series:
La fuga —- Drain
Cubierta/o —- Covered
Ducharse - to shower
Another part of speaking in a language with words is forming sentences with said words. Let’s try a simple example:
Si te duchas con una fuga...
Primavera! (And Marissa's first Post!)
Yesterday was the Argentinan holiday, Primavera - i.e. the first day of Spring. Absolutely everything was closed, which means Derick’s classes were canceled as well. Considering that 90% of his classes are on Mondays, he definitely lucked out. The weather cooperated and the first day of Spring was sunny and 70º (fahrenheit - still don’t have the celcius thing down), so we spent the...
Tandil
Tandil is only 5 ours away from Buenos Aires, by bus of course. Almost everyone in Argentina travels by bus. The only people that fly are the wealthy and the tourists. As I am clearly not the first and try not to be the second, I use the bus.
South American buses are not of the same ilk as Greyhounds or the Lucky Star buses that so many Yankees know so well. They’re surprisingly...
Week Tres
Tres is Spanish for three. That’s how many weeks I’ve been here. Marissa was only here for a couple of days before we took a bus to Mendoza, which offers the triple threat of wine, skiing, and sunburn so bad it makes me unable to express emotion with my face.
We were on the top floor of a double-decker bus that was surprisingly roomy. We sat in the very front with huge windows, so...
August 2009
5 posts
¡Marissa!
I’m pumped. The lady arrives today, despite yet another terribly delayed flight. I’ve been working all morning to make the apartment look like a real person lives here, and I think she’ll be pleased. Still on the to-do list:
Buy flowers
iron the clothes
organize, organize, organize.
try not to break anything (failed.)
Shower (I always forget this one)
One Week in Argentina.
So the last post was pretty simple, and since then, things haven’t really changed much. I’m still staying out til about 4AM in the morning, meeting strange and curious new people each day, and somehow getting lots of things for free. I still haven’t decided if that’s because people actually like me, or if it’s because I’m the largest person in the country and...
¡AMIGOS!
Making friends in BsAs is easy.
Suraj Patel - fellow NYU law student. This one was a gimme.
Miguel - Suraj’s landlord. He’s promised to take us to a football match. He may or may not relieve Suraj of all his worldly possessions in the middle of the night.
Jarrod - A fellow peach. From what I’ve seen, Georgians love to travel. Now I love Atlanta and my home state, but I...
¡Bienvenidos!
I’m in Buenos Aires now, the Paris of South America. No one speaks French.
My neighborhood is roughly in Palermo SOHO. There’s no Houston St in Buenos Aires.
The Argentines don’t worry about details.
Here’s a quick screen adaptation of how I arrived here in BsAs.
How Derick Came to Be in Argentina
Scene 1:
Location: Christopher St, New York
Derick walks out...