It's morning when you say midnight

IT's been 13 days. I speak very little Spanish (though buying cookies at the shop next to my host mum's office is a piece of cake) and I think I've just gained a few (very few) extra clingy little demon that starts with the word 'F' that never fail to make you look and feel just BLURGHHH - FAT! Oh yes, I should start to decrease the amount of beef meat that I consume everyday. But it's so damn hard to refuse when your host grandma's cooking is just OH-SO-DELICIOUS!

Back to my daily routine, there's a few small changes since school has started. I'm not going to school yet though, for some minor problem which I believe will be solved once this week is over. For the rest of the week though, I'm just killing time by going online or accompanying my host mum to her office. She works as a journalist for the local newspaper which is El Tribuno De Jujuy and at night she's a radio announcer which is quite cool except for the fact that we have to always keep silent when she's on air since she does it at home. We have no certain rules on how many time we can go online so it's not a big deal that I am online all the time. But I know my role as a part of my host family and I help when I can. Which is mostly preparing the utensils for meal times, helping my host sister clean the dishes and when it's weekend, help in cleaning the house.

Last Saturday was my eighteenth birthday! Weehee! I had a really nice birthday this year compared to the last two years - which really was just birthday wishes from a few of my bestest friends (love you guys) and a present from my little sister (love you too!). We had a birthday party^^ And yes, I do have to admit that the kids who came to celebrate my birthday were a least 4 years younger than me but hey! Who says you'll miss all the fun hanging out with kids? They are just as fun. If not a bit louder...

I'm really glad that I was so persistent on bringing those chili sauce I've collected back home courtesy to McD. The nice people I live with in Argentina NEVER eat chilies. Alright, that might be a little bit exaggerated. They do eat them, but it's either pickled (it was on my slice of pizza when I went out with Abby (my host sister) and her friends last week, or they don't really taste like chili. At least my tongue don't think they do. It's not as spicy as it is back home.

The dogs here still scares the hell out of me. Last night when I was accompanying my host father and sister to buy something, this really HUGEEEEE dog - I am NOT exaggerating, came and sniffed my trousers. I was freaked out! Luckily, my host sister was there to protect me! Protect! What a word to describe it. Well, she just basically shooed the dog away. But that dog was really huge, my host sister jokingly said it's a werewolf. Shudders. I'll post the picture of that dog soon if I have enough courage to take it.

Alright... I think I rambled enough to compete with a sulking grandmama that I feel the need to must end this now. By the way, I HATE SCIENCE SUBJECT. PHYSICS, CHEMISTRY, BIOLOGY... DOESN'T MATTER IF THEY HAD PROVIDED ME WITH WARMTH AND ENERGY FOR THE PAST EIGHTEEN YEARS OF MY LIFE. I STILL DESPISE THEM!

Chao chao! ;)
XOXO MaRiAnI