Jamon y queso

I am still in Argentina. (For those who would like an update, check the comments in Krissy and Joe's blogs. For Krissy, update your fucking blog, sweetheart.) If by some bizarre turn of events, you are given the chance to go to Jujuy, Argentina, you would be a drooling, defecating idiot not to go. In `the past couple weeks, I have taken trips to villages that are truly nowhere. Hours and light years from civilization. Huts that are so far away from anything that you can´t begin to imagine how they must live. And it is so so unbelievably beautiful. Suddenly, geology is interesting, as is random Argentinian history. Tomorrow I go to Buenos Aires. But I am almost completely disenchanted with cities by now. I've been trying to figure out how I can learn to speak flawless Spanish and be employed in Tilcara in the next ten or so years. The bad news is that this local water don´t fuck around, if you catch my drift. This all could change in the next few weeks. Who knows. They certainly enjoy their meat around here, I´ve noticed. Ápparently the government is totally broke and corrupt and generally sucks. But this is my favorite family vacation ever. It helps that we've traveled with others, so that I´m not stuck with my immediate family, and my little sister scowling, and my mother squacking her broken Spanish, etc. It's going to be very bizarre coming back to school. Wish you were all here. I hope you are all enjoying your respective vacations. Ciao.