Traveling like its going out of style.
i fucking ate bunny rabbit tonight and drank 2 bottles of wine. it was so delicious beyond anything words can describe. i’m going back again tomorrow. BUNNY YOU ARE MY NEW MEAT! I LOVE YOU. and i’m a little bit drunk which is no way to write a post. i apologize now.
I don’t know what it is about traveling these past few weeks but I don’t feel like I’m seeing anything. I’m not interested in going to museums and that seems to be the only thing to do in Salta aside from climbing the 1,000 steps to the top of Cerro San Bernardo or taking the lazy route on the Teleferic. I went to the Hand Crafts Feria but all they had were “Regionales” which is something I can find right in Jujuy. It was boring and small.
I also think I take the shape of the people that I am traveling with because I am so laid back and go-with-the-flow. Bobby and I both work from our computers so we use siesta time here as an excuse to be on our computers for long stretches of time since nothing is really open. I don’t mind this because my guilty pleasure is spending endless amounts of time online but I don’t know if I’m missing out on something in my travels because I am hovered over my 13” MacBook for a majority of each day. Each of the towns that we have visited have been small and can be easily covered in a day or 2. We are also just doing the normal — going out to eat and drink. I can do that anywhere…why spend money to do it somewhere else if there isn’t a supplemental unique travel experience?
I thought I would enjoy these travels for the traveling more than the normal day-to-day on my computer but I don’t. Maybe I am just not impressed. The things offered in each city just don’t appeal to me and the architecture only wows me for a hot second. I mean, Salta is way nicer than Jujuy for sure. It’s more modernized and it does have some very beautiful buildings but those are just my surroundings, it doesn’t actually provide me with anything to do. Aside from computer time I am blowing through my money by buying super delicious and expensive protein-rich meals. I don’t so much mind this but I am afraid to look at my bank account when I finally settle from my travels. Anyone wanna throw me some more work, *nudge, nudge*?
On the positive side, I think the quality time with Bobby is well worth the trip by far. He and I share lots of similarities in our personalities so we are constantly bouncing ideas off of each other, inspiring each other and making each other laugh. No stupid colonial building or horse ride through the mountains can beat that. I feel much closer to Bobby and our friendship has definitely gone from “super cool aquaintance” to “great friend”.
On Tuesday Alex arrives and he is more of an adventurer so I don’t see myself on the computer much at all. We’ll probably do Cerro San Bernardo which will be cool I’m sure. I’ll show him the north (3rd time I’ll be going there this month) and then we’ll spend a day or so at my house. From there who knows where we will go but I can’t imagine that he will want to sit still in my house and do nothing. A trip to Bolivia or Chile is highly likely with him. Maybe those places will provide more of a worthwhile travel story but for now, sorry I’m so “Debbie Downer”.
My first day back in Jujuy was a little interesting. It started out at 10:30 in the morning when Alda, the maid almost walked into my room while I was buck naked. Let me paint you the perfect picture here. After I towel dry I like to air dry for a minute before re-clothing. I am sans towel, standing in front of my dresser trying to pick out an outfit. My dresser is on the opposite wall from my door in my sweet ass triangle shaped room. I was basically as far away from the door as one could get. I hear the door creek open just a tad. I thought to myself, “that damned cat is opening the door again, ready to bolt under my bed”. I slowly start walking to the door to prevent the cat from entering when halfway through it almost swings completely open with the force of the incredible hulk. THIS IS NO CAT I scream in my head and I gallop like a mad horse to the door in order to close it before the whole world sees my precious jewels. Literally boobs were flying in all directions and only Alda will secretly know whether or not she saw them pinwheeling. I don’t want to ask. She was scared, I was scared. It was a mess as we talked nervously through the door. I could barely look at her when I was fully clothed, about to leave the house. What a wonderful morning surprise!
After this incident, Bobby Carter and I decide in the afternoon to take a stroll to my favorite coffee shop. As we are descending a short set of stairs I decide to crack a mean joke, poking fun and him and WHAM! I’m flat on all fours wondering how the hell I got there in a split second. Apparently karma wasn’t agreeing with me in that specific moment and it tripped my ass, skinning my knee and scraping up one of my nails. Relatively little damage to the physical body, but mucho damage to my pride. Bobby laughed as my ass crack peeked out curiously from my jeans in my cat pose on the ground.
What a day i tell you…what a friggen day.
