Returning to mate

“Te ves un poco mas flaco” said my friend as he poured me another cup of mate. “Mejor no flaco si no mas….ligero”.  

The accent hits me like a train going a thousand miles per hour.  The smell of warm humid air touches my skin. The loud conversations surround me as I step outside to grab a cab.  I haggle over a cab fare and jump on.  I discuss politics with the cab driver and the current financial hardship plaguing the country.  I have arrived in Buenos Aires. 

It has been over a year since I last came here and somehow this time I feel as though I am stepping into this city for the first time again.  Having lost a relationship in this city, I wondered what this experience would be like.  Would I miss my ex? Would seeing things that we once shared bring back memories of our time here?  

I take a sip of my mate….”Si, me ciento diferente y listo para crear una nueva experiencia en esta ciudad…”

The mate tastes the same. 

Real Friends

No, I think I’ll stay in tonight
Skip the conversations and the “Oh, I’m fines”
No, I’m no stranger to surprise
This paper town has let me down too many times
Why do I even try? Give me a reason why
I thought that I could trust you, never mind
Why all the switching sides? Where do I draw the line?
I guess I’m too naive to read the signs

I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
All they ever do is let me down
Every time I let somebody in
Then I find out what they’re all about
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Wonder where they’re all hidin’ out
I’m just lookin’ for some real friends
Gotta get up out of this town

I stay up, talkin’ to the moon
Been feelin’ so alone in every crowded room
Can’t help but feel like something’s wrong, yeah
‘Cause the place I’m livin’ in just doesn’t feel like home

I just wanna talk about nothin’
With somebody that means somethin’
Spell the names of all our dreams and demons
For the times that I don’t understand
Tell me what’s the point of a moon like this
When I’m alone again
Can I run away to somewhere beautiful
Where nobody knows my name?

I’m just lookin’ for some real friends

— Camila

home / wifi

After just 4 short days in Colombia, I decided to call it quits  Its not that I didn’t like the country, its just that it was time to go.

While walking home up a hill it began to rain and I shortly found myself asking…”what am I doing here?”  Having traveled for 6 months now, my body began to have a state of shock of being somewhere were I could go back and feel at home in.  Because that does not currently exist, I thought…”where am I to go back to? It soon hit me…anywhere where there is good wifi!!

In my travels in South America, I have come to appreciate good wifi.  Its something that is not often thought about back in the states, but overseas…well thats a whole other story.

No Pasa Nada

Later to a dinner?…no pasa nada

Forgot to call someone back? …no pasa nada

Care about anything in life? …no pasa nada

An expression I have come to loath while being here in Argentina. It means, “dont worry about it”, “it doesn’t matter”, or “nothing happens”. An expression often used by Argentinians to indicate that nothing is going on or as a transition point to another topic. To dismiss a situation or make it seem as if it does not have relevance.

Its often stated that we latin folks are always late to things. That we take life a bit easier and don’t have as many worries. While there are some things about this that I find appealing, there are times when gravity must be given to a situation.

I will not lie that being in Argentina has been difficult. Having gone through a breakup in another country can be a bit lonely. Exacerbated by the fact that the people here are very cold and isolated; and trust me…it takes a lot for me to say that.I am from New York.

Argentinians are the type of folks that require years before they let you into the “circle”. They are weary of other people. I found often times talking to them but somehow not connecting. Not getting to that deeper part of someone and what they are thinking or feeling. The core of our humanity.

The reputation is that Argentinias are very direct, but I have found quite the opposite. When often faced with an issues, they will not tackled it head on. They will tip toe around the issue. Something that was quite surprising given their “direct” reputation. How can one be so direct yet so obscure? Better ask an Argentinian.

One of the ways this manifested the worst was during my hookups in Argentina. Hooking up here is strange. You can see someone one time and never see them again. No matter how close to them you got and/or how great your chemistry was. You will never see them again. I asked a friend why this was and he mentioned that Argentinias are people that dont’ allow themselves pleasures in life. If they like someone they pull away. Sort like when you were young and you punched the girl in the playground. Most of them are in relationships for the sake of not being alone. Even in hook up apps, most of the people are “in a relationship” and the ones that are single…well thats another story.

I will say that not all my experience has been negative…I have met people here.  Good people.  I have Lucho & Alejandro. A colombian and argentinian couple who I met while playing rugby here.  They took me into their home and shared a part of their culture that was very different than I was used to.  The explained all the fassets of Argentina and the elusive ..”no pasa nada”.  I have met Sebastian & German, an argentinian couple who also explained to me the tricks of how to manage such culture.  In them, I sought knowledge of the things I didnt understand and in time hoped that I would adapt to this culture.

My time here has come to an end and as I pack my things to go to Brazil, I can’t help but wonder wether my time here was negative because of them, the culture, or my breakup.

In Brazil, I hope to find that answer.

see/saw you

When I see you, I feel anger
Anger for the smile on your face
Anger for the way you hurt me
Anger for the things you have taken from me
Anger for ..well this.

When I see you, I feel disgust
Disgust for the way that my heart was shattered
All over the floor that night scattered
Broken to pieces as if it did not matter
Disgust for the tears that were shed

And the moment you walked out that day

When I see you, I feel sad
Sad for the way the our future imploded
Our plans and aspirations eroded
And you sitting there asking for forgiveness
When what you should be doing is giving me back my future

When I see you, I cry
Cry with all of my chest until I can’t breathe
Watching you pack your shit and leave
When all what I wanted and asked was honesty
Honesty…what a obscure concept.

When I see you, I feel guilt
Guilty for the way that I treated you
For the nights I spent compromising me
Giving me and changing me
Unworthy you are with your charm
Giving me smiles while causing harm
And all the while…smiling

When I saw you, I saw you

I no longer see you

Chile

Its unlike any feeling to travel to a place and somehow feel as if you have been there before.  This is how I felt when I arrived in Chile.  And come to think of it, it happened all very last minute…

On a call with a friend, I was going on an on about how my last relationship ended and how I felt so along in Buenos Aires.  He mentioned that I should go away and to some place where the people would not be as “direct” as those in BA.  The next day, I  booked a one way ticket to Santiago, Chile.

Upon arriving in Santiago the next day, I was taken back by the city.  The mountains in its backdrop was breathtaking. My body though, wanted the ocean.  One and half hour later, I arrived in Viña del Mar.

Seeing the ocean was breathtaking. It brought be back to being young and running through the malecon in Cuba.

I rented a place in a house where I met Issac and Gabriel.  A couple that decided to make Viña del Mar their home.  Their place had a sense of “home.” A place to get away and relax right by the ocean.  It was exactly what I wanted.

After arriving I quickly began exploring the city and its subsequent neighborhoods.  I learned that the Chilean coast is very much like that weather in San Francisco; in the mornings its cloudy but then it opens up to a beautiful day.

The next day, I had Issac and Gabriel show me Valparaiso.  The quaint little two next to Viña del Mar.

I spent a week with these guys and when it was time to go, I did not want to.  They opened their home to me and it was something that I am very grateful for in this time of transition.  They are now part of my life.

SANTIAGO

I packed my things and it was time to head to Santiago.  Upon arriving, I noticed how similar it was to Mexico City.  With its streets, noise, night life, and people.  A place I had come to know very well. Santiago felt like home.

After a week in Santiago and only two days left before going back to Buenos Aires, I decided to go back and visit Isaac and Gabriel.  Something about the water called me back and it was there that I spent my last few days in Chile.

 

Overlooking the Andes on the way back to BA, I knew in my heart that I would be returning to Chile.  I didnt know when, but something told me that it would be in the near future