After a little more than two weeks here in Buenos Aires, we’ve already established a routine of going to certain places on certain days of the week: Jobs with all the exchange students every Tuesday, Salsa on Wednesdays, Party every Friday & Brunch with the girls on Sunday. Besides those set dates, our first days in the city were also filled with special events and shows, so that we had something going on every single day of the week. I should mention at this point that our amazing tutors from the university are truly doing a great job at keeping us busy with fun international meet-ups, Raggaeton-parties and all kinds of activities. While we’re still getting used to our new sleeping rhythm of going to bed between 3-5am, getting up around 1pm, then napping from 9-11pm, before going out again, going to class hasn’t been much more than a minor activity on the side, that sometimes feels like a little punishment for having so much fun and getting so little sleep the rest of the time. Continue reading
Fuerza Bruta, Bomba del Tiempo and Jobs – all time favorites in BA
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One month of travelling through Brazil has come to an end, millions of pictures were taken, countless acquaintances with amazing people and unforgettable memories have been made and, though I am excited about what’s waiting for me in Buenos Aires, I’m leaving Brazil with a heavy heart. How will I manage without the tremendous hospitality of these people, who went above and beyond to make my stay in this country as unforgettable as possible? How will I ever find something that could replace my beloved Açaí for breakfast, Tapioca for lunch or Mandioca in any form at any time of the day? How will I not get bored without the constant excitement of visiting places such as Rio de Janeiro, Ilha Grande, Parati, or São Paulo? Buenos Aires sure will have a tough time reaching the bar that this country set so incredibly high.
Rio de Janeiro, the city of the many rocks to climb onto, the amazing views, the Copacabana-beach-morning-runs and the Ipanema sunset views. The city of the endless possibilities for activities, the beautiful beaches and crazy nightlife, where the thought of getting robbed is constantly in the back of your head, although all the beauty and excitement quickly makes you forget about those downsides, home of Christo and Sugar Loaf Mountain. Rio de Janeiro, the city I fell in love with, the very second I arrived.
After an initial culture shock and the following acclimatization in São Paulo, I took a 4-hour bus along the cost that would bring me close to the first stop on my little island hopping tour: Ilhabela.
After only 4, activity-filled, days in Buenos Aires, I packed my backpack and was off to Brazil for one month of traveling through and exploring this country that has always been on my travel wish list. First stop after Ezeiza, the international airport of BA: SÃO PAULO. I heard from many people and read in some blogs that you can’t really spend more than a couple of days in this city. It being the Brazilian capital of skyscrapers, banks and big companies with fancy security guards outside, comparable to Frankfurt in Germany, the city was not supposed to offer much for tourists and travelers. But somehow, I managed to spend a whole week here …
I got to the city exactly one week ago, spent four nights at Juampi’s place (thanks to Caro for the set up), had my first Asado (typical Argentinian BBQ), met loads of people through my host, saw the most beautiful sunset on my first night, worked out with my gym buddy “the cat”, practiced my language skills on an advanced level with Juampi’s super fast, slurred Argentinian Spanish, went out every night and sure wasn’t bored for even a second during these first couple of days in my soon to be called home: BUENOS AIRES.
Summer is coming to an end and so have my two amazing months of travelling: four weeks of working at one of the greatest hostels I’ve ever been to, two weeks of travelling through Peru & Bolivia and last but not least two relaxing weeks in Texas, well spent with my family and friends over there. Now that I’ve been back in Germany for a week, I have to say that being home doesn’t even feel as bad as expected! 
I’ll let you guess where I am right now, writing this blog post…
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