Back to Buenos Aires

Well, hola again...i should really be writing in spanish going forward now that i mastered my 2 week spanish course (school was recommended to me by a SAP colleague from Germany and what surprise.. loads of german and swiss students hanging around).

BUT first things first:
Last days with mum:
Back from the Lake District, it is hostel time for Lejla and Ljubi and we choose the Hostel Obelisco, pretty central for the last 3 nights together. We have done most of the sightseeing on our first BA leg, hence i start my spanish course straight the next day whereas Ljubi has to make up her mind whether she is too scared of BA on her own or whether she masters this jungle of a city on her own. She goes for the second option and i meet her after the first 4 hours spanish school at the Puerto Madero for lunch and beers and that´s pretty much what we do for the next three days until it is a very very sad day. Wednesday the 14th of march and it has been literally 4 weeks, day and night we spent together, it is time to say good bye for now. Strange feeling, but this day was supposed to come, one way or the other and why not have it come on a highlight, when we enjoyed it the most...and i stopped nagging and teasing her...

Ljubi arrives in London approx. 20 hours later and makes her way to Germany the day after while i start enjoying my time on my own before Simon comes.

Time on my own: i decided to move hostels, go completely low budget in a dormitory in the Tango Inn Hostel in the San Telmo district. Time flew and i must admit that i had a great time with a lovely group of students coming to BA to improve their spanish, some people i met in the hostel and of course tango dancing. Well students..Helga from Germany is 66 and she amazed with her attitude to life and learning. Couldn´t believe how switched on she was....and all sorts of characters, you could start writing a book about. Once out of school i tried about 5 different tango schools with beginner lessons, private lessons to improve this really really difficult dance and i tell you, it was hard work. Naively, I thought you just need to learn the sequence of some steps and bob´s your uncle, but i was proofed completely wrong. It is all about posture and your body...even the wonderful new shoes didn´t help - it is just a painful start as with most things in life.

I decided to come back to BA (not sure when exactly this is supposed to be, but let´s keep it as a thought) !!!! Meanwhile I arranged to meet up with Julia (german chic who recommended spanish and tango schools) as were at the same time in BA in one of the famous milongas. As i never met her before and didn´t know how she looks like, i was sitting on my own until a local guy asked me to dance. I don´t know why my confidence level for this split second was on a high, but i said yes, thinking i don`t know anybody here, if i embarass myself and ......i can´t tell you how embarassing it was. I was literally walking on his feet and didn´t feel the floor at all. No need to write more ! He avoided me for the rest of the evening and i didn´t make any eyecontact with anyboday who fancied a dance.

Time with Simon:
Well, the little one finally made it after a couple of hick ups at home Hence, instead of starting our trip in a cheap hostel, we decided to start the whole thing upmarket with a boutique hotel in Palermo Veijo which is THE place to be, go, live, eat....in Buenos Aires. Simon was half impressed with the hotel, pretty impressed with Palermo and the happiest i have seen him for a long time, when he finished his first asado or was it a lomo (rumpsteak or filetsteak),
but the biggest smile on his face was the breakfast encounter: some actor he adores playing a rough irish guy in SHAMELESS (Paddy Mc...). Well, must have chosen a good hotel in the end, or ? We enjoyed the hotel and Palermo, but after 3 days of rest and luxury, it was time to think BUDGET and we moved to the cheap end of the city, back to the life of hostels.