There's No Place Like Home!

So, I'm still fighting homesickness I have my good days and bad days. My host family is really starting to be my foundation. I live with Susanna (the mother) but her nickname is Pupí pronounced poopee, and her son Cova rhymes with Cobra. I know right? Don't get me started. Anyway, she has four daughters three of whom still live in Argentina. They are over all the time, and the family gatherings are big, loud, and always in front of the t.v.

We have a new set of students this week at the school, and let me tell you they are no where near as great as the first group of students. That's for you Tina and Ian, but I'm not lying.

I have met up with my Rotary counselor Francisco, and I have plans to meet of with another Rotary Scholar named Laura. Things are starting to click into place more and more. Francisco is muy funny, and I haven't meet someone here that reminded me so much of Jimmy Welch personality wise...who wasn't insane. So it's really a good thing.

Now onto one of the Argentine mysteries, ladies and gentleman, the mullet, rat tail, and the infusion of the dreadlocked rat tail.

This is soo popular with the men down here! It was like whiplash the first time for me walking down the street. I'm thinking is that a mullet, whiplash, is that a rat tail, whip lash, is that a DREADLOCKED rat tailed mullet!!!!

I just cannot describe to you how much this is a GINORMOUS DOUBLE NEGATIVE NO NO. Alas, it seems pretty trivial to post about it but I must tell you it's a heavy part of the Argentine culture. I'll try to make sure to put a pic of it up in the next post!

Ciao Ciao,
Kolby