New place

Hola fans, it's been a while since I last wrote, my bad. Still in Córdoba, but yesterday I moved out of my friend's house and into a hostel. I still haven't found a paying job, but at least now I will have something to do during the day and I won't feel like I'm bothering anyone. The idea is that I'll be working 3 days a week in exchange for accomodation and some other benefits. And in my free time I'll have to find something a little more lucrative. The place is called Turning Point Hostel (like them on Facebook if you feel so inclined.

So not much exciting stuff going on, just hanging out. The other day some friends and I missed being robbed by mere seconds. That was kinda exciting, not necessarily in a good way. We had been watching the superclasico (River plate va boca juniors) and during halftime we went out to buy food and drinks. We dropped the coke bottles to exchange at a kiosk right next to my friend's apartment and walked a few blocks to get some empanadas. We waited there for a few minutes then started back towards the apt when my friend said we should stop at a different kiosk to buy some ice, since the other one never had any. So we spent a few seconds in there and finally went to pick up the coke. When we walked in, there was nobody in sight. "Hola?" We called out, and finally a door opened and a girl and 2 guys came out. The girl was crying and the guys trying to calm her down. What happened? "We've just been robbed", they told us. "What?? Was it a tall guy in a hat with a white jacket??", asked my friend, and I looked at him incredulously...WTF how did he know that? Then our other friend said that she had seen him too, and they both thought he looked suspicious, so suspicious that they didn't even want to say it out loud. I hadn't seen him at all...I had noticed that there was an uncomfortable silence, but there was a particularly fat street dog that apparently had captured my attention. Oops. So back to my point, if we hadn't bought that bag of ice, we would have been forced to lock ourselves in the bathroom along with those guys. Phew. Fortunately we were fine, nobody was hurt, and oh, River Plate won. (That's a good thing).

Other than that, I don't have any more interesting anecdotes. Here are some photos:

The first 5 are from my trip to cosquin, a city in the sierras. We went during the weekend of one of the biggest traditional folk festivals in the country. One is from a peña, a gathering with live music and traditional folk dances. Pretty cool.
Then there's a photo of the day it rained and my street became a river.
Then me getting a rasta (dreadlock) in the paseo de las artes, a weekend open air artesanal fair.
Followed by pictures of eliza the dog, from my friend's house, i'll miss her.
And finally photos of some graffiti here in the hostel.