hour of beer
It’s 2:00 p.m., and I just made myself a michelada.
I also have some news. In January, I applied for a course that would certify me to teach English to adults, called the CERTA. My intention was to take the course while in Buenos Aires since the timing worked out perfectly, to prepare myself to move somewhere for six months to a year to teach English and earn money while traveling. The interview was this week, and everything went well. I thought about it for the past two days, and something didn’t seem right. Did I really want to spend the majority of my time in Buenos Aires in a classroom? I came to South America to learn Spanish and to experience the culture, the people, taste the food, to spend time with friends and to open my mind and heart to a wider world, and to, ideally, write about it. Taking the course would leave little time for much else beyond lesson planning and classroom work. So yesterday, I decided that I’m going to take Spanish classes instead. Intensive, morning classes that will leave the afternoons free. Free for wandering, eating empanadas (and I will, everyday), meeting locals, and practicing Spanish. It sounds ridiculous and hard to believe that this will be my life for the next few months, but I want to take full advantage of it while I have the opportunity.
Tonight, we’re going salsa dancing. Tomorrow, we’re going to the jungle. I hope you have a great weekend, wherever you are. See you next week.
To make a michelada the Colombian way, rim a glass with lime juice and salt. Squeeze juice from one or two limes into the glass. Fill with very cold beer, preferably Aguila.