I'm Not Complaing, But...

It's really frickin' hot in Buenos Aires. Our new housemate, the wonderful hairstylist-chef-general buena onda extraordinaire who goes by the name Ulises, told us it is usually only this hot in January, the equivalent to July in the States, and that we're experiencing something approaching an anamoly. Besides the week my Mom, Hannah, and Jacob came in November and maybe a few stretches in January, this is definitely the hottest it's been while we've been in BsAs. Quick side story as I write this post: Julia just walked out the door with Ulises on a mission to sharpen the dulled down, large knife we inherited. They're going over to the butcher, who provided the delicious sausages in the aforementioned asado which debilitated me and might have given me time-travel sickness. Julia wrote a script for the dialogue that is about to ensure. Ulises is accompanying her in case he strays from his lines and Julia cannot understand. This is but one example of how great it has been to live with Argentines, but more on that in a later post. For now, just imagine little Julia approaching the fat butcher with a cloth-wrapped knife in one hand, a skinny Argentine with a day-glo-pink swimsuit and long and previously permed hair by her side, and share a smile with me. Yes, this is our life in Argentina. Back to where I was...so yea, it's super hot here right now. You know how sometimes if you're in a house without air conditioning it's better to be outside than in, for there might even be some air flow? Well, even in the spot where I'm sitting beneath a ceiling fan that doesn't work, with my hands resting on a computer that could fry an egg and minimal wind, it is still much cooler in the house. Julia and I went out to grab our laundry and I vowed I wouldn't go back outside until the temperature dropped at least 15 degrees (F), a vow I am on the verge of breaking since I have to go to Frisbee, but you get the idea. Ulises and one of our other housemates, Jessica, were coming home this morning as we were leaving for work (notice how casually I dropped that tid bit? Again, welcome to Buenos Aires) and they spoke of getting pushed in a friend's pool. I, too, want to be pushed into this pool. The heat tsunami is crashing into us just in time, for Zach and Evelyn escape the bitter Michigan cold for the good but hot airs of our fair city. . Hopefully it won't be like pouring scalding hot water over frostbitten extremities. My exceedingly warm fingers are crossed, I'd prefer if my brother and his girlfriend didn't suffer any permanent cell damage ever, but especially right before a Bat Mitzvah.