So I haven’t written in a long time, and basically it was because I had better things to do than write things and inform you people. hashtag sorry! Anyways, things have been rolling along wonderfully here in BsAs.
The last thing I wrote about was…studying or something. Now on to an equally boring topic (that I shall make festive)—the weather! It’s freezing here. Or should I say, in the 40s. But as I’m becoming ever so porteño and argentine, it would make sense if I thought it was freezing. It just started getting cold here a couple of weeks ago (remember it’s winter in the Southern hemisphere). Although winter happens every year, people have been dressing like the next ice age is blowing in, localizing itself specifically on the streets Buenos Aires.
Personally, I love it. I’ve taken it upon myself to be ultra trendy and wear scarves and boots and multiple layers and leather jackets and stuff. Porteños, however, wear ski masks.
(I did not take this picture. I doubt this blog has any sort of high viewership, so with the small possibility of whoever DID take it happening to read this, I’m very grateful and am not trying to rob you of your creativity and stuff.)
I used to stand out because I was so blond and tall and pale. Well I’m still tall and pale, but I’m a little less blond thanks to my ever growing roots (which, sidenote, is stylish here.) Anyways, now I stand out because I don’t layer up like I’m about to hop aboard Shackleton’s ship and chill (pun, see what I did there?) amid icebergs.
It’s also really funny because people are really concerned that they’re dogs will die of frostbite when they go outside…as if they didn’t have fur or something. I’ve seen a TON of dogs with coats, as well as a lot of stores devoted to selling clothing for dogs.
(Newsflash: didn’t take this one either. Thank you to whoever did!)
But yeah, they dress their dogs. Also, you know how in the US people put little booties (haha) on their dog’s feet so they don’t get cold? That happens here too, except not because of the cold, because they don’t want their feet to get dirty. This really is a filthy city, but…really?
So it’s cold and/but I’m loving it here! Can’t wait to see what sort of shock my body will be in when I get home and it’s hot and summery.