I went bowling this afternoon for the first time in a long time. The day was rainy and cold so I couldn’t do any exploring. I had a lot of fun but I didn’t win a single game. Fede kept calling me a tromposa because I kept stepping over the line and setting off the alarm and that was the only time I’d get a strike. We ate hamburguesa completas, which is becoming one of my favorite foods here, and they were freaking delish [it contains fried egg, tomato, lettuce, cheese, etc...]. Tonight we went to a couch surfers barbeque (indoors because the weather was crappy still) and I met a lot of cool people. I spoke in castellano for a good half of the night to a few people. I was proud of how much I remembered but I know I probably sounded like a retard. I mostly spoke with this one guy at the party because he was the easiest to understand. I know the only reason he talked to me for so long was because he was hitting on me but I didn’t care — I was freaking speaking castellano and I didn’t want to stop. I am really beginning to like Buenos Aires and I’m wondering if I should come back here to live for a while. Fede is a great guy and Anette is wonderful. Right now, though, I can’t stop smelling my feet. These socks smell so bad for 2 reasons: #1-I’ve been wearing them for two days and #2-they are cheap socks. Luckily I will wash my feet tomorrow.