cafe con leche y dos medianulas have becomethe rugular breakfast i got used to these days, in the sylish little bar next to the hostel with soft blue neo lights.

 

more than 4 weeks, i have been in this city long enough to no longer care about the weekend activities in Palermo or the antique market right in front of the hostel on Calle Chile. so i got spare time to check out the city´s bookstores, music shops and even cinemas. guess they´d say a whole lot different things about the city´s vibe. with too much time in hand, people often start doings they wouldn´t normally do otherwise, just like the british kid travelled here on a ship with his impressively detailed journals and 400 pictures. but i guess this is just what holiday is all about--you get to slow down with your life, so that you can observe and discover the things that are normally neglected.

 

me, myself, driven by this nature, has learnt to spend sunny afternnons in any comfortable, elegant cafe (because i can afford it here), just to watch the world gones by and the people watching me; after cooking together with the guys in the poorly equiped ketchen, have a chat with them; and, the hell, i have even started reading the english novel i picked up from the shelf of the hostel. it´s quite entertaining actually, which is why i keep reading it. it tells a growing-up story about a tough, intelligent gay woman fight her way to success in the 60s. apart from the funny witty lines, the sexually description was pretty intense and made me blust and leads me to the curiosity of making out with a woman. then i thought it was dangerous, so i decided to re-direct it towards man and went out with the gang last night to a salsa place.

 

it was funny. firstly i don´t dance this shit, and once you are there you had to pair up with someone because everyone else is. but it wasn´t much of a problem for me because all these years clubbing in sydney, i know that i dance good, it wasn´t so difficult if you just imitate someone else´s steps; and i know i´m reasonably hot, so it wasn´t much of waiting until somebody grabbed my hand and pulled me to dance. half way through in the dance floor, i discvered that men who can dance can be really sexy. i used to think they were gay but they can be straight and very sexy, if they know how to shake their things. plus if they have a deeply carved latino face and well-rounded body, it would definately be a killer. but the thing is that, they could easily be handsome but not many of them have muscline shape to go with. maybe just recovering economy hasn´t spare much time for them to worry about their 6 packs and going to the gym, like australian men do. some of them even got tummies. i hate to see cute 20 something guys with tummies, spoils everything! but all in all i found this guy, reasonably cute, dance beautifully and because of that, has a better-than-average body. i couldn´t get my eyes off him. i felt the impluse inside of me every time he spins. too bad he´s got a partner and i was too ashamed of my salsa skills. the guys in our group were good dancers too (they are all latinos, so it´s probably natural). but they are all too old, except for a few. one of them was a brazilan guy. i could have hooked up with him, because i could feel that he was like all over me when we were sitting there, and when everyone else was leaving he offered to stay out with me if i wanted. why not, i didn´t play a bit with this little cutie. but worst of the worst, there was one other guy that stayed. being older and more agressive, he tried to keep me with him all the time. the most disgusting thing was that he´s already got a girlfriend and we even hanged out together once. i didn´t really wanna play with him. it was an awkward triangle. none of us got what we wanted. so we headed back to the hostel shortly after. well fuck it! at least nowi don´t need to face the embarrassment of making out with hostel mates. 3 more weks here, i´m sure there will be more coming up ;)