I did, however get a chance to walk around the famous cemetery where Eva Peron and other exorbitantly rich corpses hang out. Among them I found a headstone that probably isn't related to my family, but had the last name Delfino, my mother's maiden name.
I intend to actually put some time into looking for a Reverdito that might be related to me, but I haven't quite gotten around to it. Other than that, I've been eating well, trying to walk around a different part of town everyday, and learning a ridiculous amount of Spanish.
It's amazing how uninteresting a job can make a person. Losing half of every waking day during the week really purges an individual of their personality.
I've been drinking mate pretty frequently in an attempt to combat this, and to a degree it has worked since mate is probably an interesting drink in the eyes of many non-Argentines. It's a healthy alternative to coffee, and it's dirt cheap here. The added bonus is that I look super cool and Argentine when I whip out my mate, bombilla (straw), and thermos. That all ends as soon as I open my mouth though . . . I might as well be be wearing a giant neon grill that says GRINGO. It's pretty funny how quickly the locals will laugh at you when you try to tell them which bus line to take. Even with my greatly improved Spanish, my accent remains so bad that they usually can't even understand me. I blame them though, Argentine Spanish is to formal Spanish as Bostonian English is to official OED English.Side Note:
I'm really excited for my eventual travel itinerary, I just have no idea when I might actually get some time to do it.
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