It’s been a week since we got out at the Buenos Aires airport and walked through the doors of an apartment in the Argentinian capital, that currently is our command center. The jet lag remains are still a minor inconvenience, but we’re already functioning in the local rythm. Amelia is also coping well and her daily agenda has quickly become synchronized with the local time zone. The first couple of days were mostly rest after long preparations and closing many personal matters, which piled up awfully in the last couple of weeks before the journey. We’re starting to have more thoughts too, because there’s time now, away from home, to plan many things, but for now we still have the most difficult task ahead of us – that is to come up with a plan for the next several months.
It has to be noted that around 20 July Kuba heard the following statement uttered at his university: “you have to defend your thesis before 30 September”. It was a shocker, because his master’s thesis wasn’t even started back then. He then ran to his promoter and quickly determined how to end his adventure at the uni after nine years. It wasn’t without pain, but he finally made it. Six days before the flight. In the meantime, there were also recordings and editing of the “Poland by drone”, not mentioning the regular job.
Oh yeah, and The Fan was the bomb! (tutaj niestety nie ma dużo lepszej alternatywy dla słowa Wachlarz, jego angielskim odpowiednikiem jest właśnie Fan, które oczywiście ma również inne, szerzej znane znaczenie)
All this was a little too much.
But here we are. It’s 1:30 a.m. in Poland and 8:30 p.m. where we are. There was a little commotion a moment ago – Ania spilled coffee, then a piece of the shower has broken off, but Amelia sleeps soundly. Attagirl.
Kuba: he’s getting calmer every day. I like this moment of filtering – at a distance, important matters stay important, and those that appeared to be super important are now trifling. I’m trying to shake off the events of recent months, many of them have struck a cord with me and I somewhat can’t believe that we are where we are. Judging by e-mails and messages from you guys and our friends I can tell that many people can’t believe it either. Honestly, I don’t get it, maybe this more of a Polish-European year has tricked you into believing that Podróżniccy won’t fly further that with WizzAir? C’mon now!
What’s next? We have to buy a tent and several (thousand) things, that couldn’t be fitted into the checked baggage. We’ve cracked the mobile Internet. And now? We hop on the road, road, route and road. On our way we’re going on a little trip to Uruguay and as soon as spring will start to turn into summer – off we go onto the next.
Oh yeah, the most important discovery of the week. Everything with the name “steak” or “steakhouse” in it is a tourist deception. A good diner with exceptional steaks doesn’t know the word “steak”, but, for example, “bife de chorizo”.
Ania: Last week flew by. We’re slowly starting to find our place around these parts. I have to admit that Buenos Aires is a rather unorderly city to me. Maybe mostly because I’m not very good at outdoor survival tactics. I’ve been catching myself not knowing where I am, and we were not far away from home. However, I’m improving this aspect by the day.
I think, paradoxically, Amelia has switched to the local climate the fastest of us all. She actually sleeps normally from the second night here, and we’re still sleepy at 8:30 p.m. She also makes the impression of being very pleased, because the parents are with her all the time. She’s become even more open than a couple of weeks ago. Now she initiates contact and grins at strangers on her own. What’s more, she enjoys sleeping in a tent and sleeps soundly through the nights.
This week we had an interesting situation, since Amelia wants to crawl, and we have a very slippery wooden floor at our apartment, we’ve decided we’re going to look for… carpeting. It’s pretty amusing, and as it appears, buying carpeting here isn’t the easiest of tasks. There are, of course, the fancy ones at carpet stores, but that’s not what we have in mind. The struggle continues. We’ve got new store addresses and we’re going to check them out tommorow.
Speaking of searches, we’re also looking for tights for Amelia. Yesterday I forgot the word in Spanish and was asking for pants with feet. To my surprise I was understood. Unfortunatelly, the sizes were too small, so we have a mission for the next day.
I’ve been shocked at how much attention is being paid here to folding the stroller and taking the baby in one’s hands before stepping onto the bus. Poland is definitely more convenient in this matter, especially when a child has just fallen asleep.
In other absurd news, we haven’t noticed that the blinds in our windows can be opened and we’d been sitting in the dark for a week.
What else? I’m a little tired of Buenos Aires. It’s too big and too hectic. We’ll see what will be our impression of the districts we haven’t visited yet. Every day we go out around 10:30 a.m. and come back around 6:00 p.m., so our days are pretty intense. I think that soon we’ll slow down and realize that there’s still really a lot of time ahead of us.