Tuesday, June 23, 2009

my spellcheck is in spanish so this will be bad

hey all. where have you all run off to? Probably a similar corner of the world wide web that I have been hiding in. Mine smells of wine and history papers tonight. Music videos and a lot of head scratch dandruff pilling up on my literally coffee covered notebooks. All of them. They are all covered in coffee.

In just a few days (four more or less) i finish classes which in turn means i finish college. Woof. In two days time I move out of my apartment and stay on a generous friend's floor for the duration of the semester and then take a hike northward to Bolivia for a three-four week adventure. then back to upstate new york and then to... unclear.

but i have made it this far which i am proud of and exhausted by. I can speak spanish to pretty girls now with enough butchery to get the point across and them not to reply in english. Mission accomplished.

in retrospect, this trip was an inverse of every single detail of my life. well, a good deal of them. Actually, curriculum and language are the only big ones i guess but... it was pretty drastic no less. But this time i dont have any big plans to come. No thoughts of next steps beyond finding all of you lovelies in your respective corners of the internet.

My brother came down to these parts for a little under two weeks for the longest stretch of bottomley time spending in what we decided to be about ten years. Mind you, we get along pretty well and actually consider one another friends despite the bloodline obligations but whoa damn, two weeks with one person is a long time. A really good time. we journeyed to the andes with a tent and not much else to find not surprisedly snow and freezing freezing cold. Without any preparation what-so-ever (including but not limited to a place to sleep, a weather report, warm clothing, or a real idea of where exactly Cavahue is on a map) we journeyed as two american idiots a good deal into the wild. Not all the way- it was too god damn cold, but we got pretty close. 22 hours by bus southwest to the top of patagonia, we hiked into a snow storm with 30+ mph head wings and then hiked out of it, drank stolen whiskeys on the busride which were spilled on both my feet/shoes and chris' shirt, spoke spanish with mountain men, and were caught really offgaurd waking up to a foot and a half of sleet/slush/snow. My tent wasnt used as we found refuge in a guys house specifically available without advertisement for people like us. Idiots. I mean, people in need. It was run by this Hank Reardon looking dude married to one of the few women in the town and had pictures of really epic mountain activities on the wall.

And then chris left on saturday and I wasnt going to go out but received a pretty tempting offer "to finish our bottle of patron before a party". I mean, who can resist? By the time I got there the two american girls who made the invite had actually done most of the damage but they still took me to their party hosted by Norwegians in northern buenos aires. Strange, no? It was a really exceptional mix of people and languages with mostly spanish spoken between flags from all over. I met a bolivian girl on the porch with cold hands who put them in mine and then we stayed like that for a while. You know, romantic. And only a day before i was so frustrated by a shitty coffee order language exchange and a struggle to pick up laundry and then romance. Such beautiful things sometimes.

i wont see her again most likely and i am still excited to come home except this time most of you will be in far away places. Like a forced hobo just to share a drink in person. I can do that.

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4 comments:

robert said...

i think this is the first time ive used a curse word on the internet

robert said...

so i took it out.

Drew said...

Robert you are the cutest cute that ever cuted.

harrison grrgeron said...

what the fuck robert?