We had to be at the language school at 8. It had thundered a lot during the night. Loudly. So I didn’t get as much sleep as I would have liked. But we learned from our first bus trip, and this time we asked people to help us get off at the right stop. It’s hard when it’s dark and rainy. But all went well.
Classes were great. There were only three new people and they rated us at different levels, so we ended up with private lessons. There are also two holidays this week, so we only get three days instead of five. But they calculate the private lessons as worth more time than group lessons. And mine were prefect for me.
We got our sim cards into working order and we now have What’s App, because lots of people don’t get actual talking on their phone - text and internet, and call people using What’s App.
We had a tour of San Martin Square - we were told he was the liberator of Argentina and Chile and handed the baton to Simon Bolivar in Peru. How come we all know about Bolivar, but not Martin? I don’t know.
Then we were able to see a doctor at the Deutsches Hospital, but he said he rather wait a few more days to take our her stitches. They’re ok, but a few more days would be better.
And then I’ve been doing homework all evening. Pictures are:
1. Statue of San Martin
2. Our first sunshine in Argentina (we got here Saturday, and I’m writing Tuesday night)
3. Milo, our host’s dog
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