Carlos Paz

Procrastination is applicable to all areas in my life...including blogging. My apologies as this is the first blog in about a month. four jam-packed, action-filled weeks which shall probably take about four blogs to describe. Sooooo, I will create a blog for each week, or event depending upon my memory so all your poor eyes won't disintegrate trying to read one endless blog that takes five minutes just to scroll down.....let me begin...A month has allowed my english to deteriorate into a garbled mess...while my spanish is improving only fractionally. However, I will continue to attempt to post my experiences, unintelligible or otherwise....
One of the most glorious days I’ve had was last Friday when a tour van-ful of “gringos” headed to town of Carlos Paz, about an hour outside Cordoba. We arrived at the lake and....well, I would bet that mercury content would have immediate effects...probably giving one superpowers...or kill them...either way, we were not really keen on swimming in the Lake-O-Toxic. There was an ice cream man riding his motorcycle who offered to take us to the place that people can actually enjoy swimming, so we headed to the most magical river EVER. After purchasing something delicious, never certain of the names...or never remember them..but it was amazing and sweet. Anywho, Paige and I immediately headed to the water where there were probably fifty people having adventures of their own. We walked to a part of the river where swimming was a possibility as was jumping off rocks....which we immediately did. The majority of our day was spent attempting to climb up the slippery rocks, jumping, diving, and cannonballing off said rocks, and Paige even tried to teach me to synchronize swim...I can do the “oyster” It was the most fun I think I have had thus far and it only consisted of friends, water, and a warm day. After our bodies turned into prunes, we went to the grocery store and bought supplies for an “asado” which is basically lots of grilled meat, and Argentine meat...delicious. We had dinner at our friend’s family’s cabin and his dad made us some grrreat dinner...then ICE CREAM. The prevalence of Grido (ice cream shop) is equivalent to McDonald’s in the states...but ice cream is way better than gross hamburgers...So we had scrumptious ice cream all together and thus ended the day of awesomeness. It is funny that it was so simple: bus, river, friends, food= good times...