Walking home I passed an art gallery. Left me feeling just as helpless about my understanding of art as I tend to feel in New York.. I wonder how strategically those apples were placed.

Stopped by a supermarket and bought a bottle of white wine, 18 is the drinking age.

I found a section of the National University of Cordoba (UNC), where I begin classes on Monday. It is the oldest University in Argentina (1622) and has around 111,000 undergraduate students so the buildings are all around the city. The ones I have seen have captivating beauty.

Arrival

I'm here.

From what I’ve gathered of Cordoba in the last few hours, the city is vibrant, with a lot of diverse architecture and inviting pastry shops, so frequent in fact that I haven’t stopped in one yet. Too many options will do that to you. The flight from New York was eleven hours but because I hadn’t slept much the night before, I was asleep most of the way. We then had a two hour layover in Santiago, Chile where we caught a connection flight to Cordoba. Flying over the Andes for the first time left me breathless, it was nearly impossible to look away.

Waiting in line to pass through customs, we noticed everyone was technically in line for the bathroom and contemplated how obnoxious it would be to pass them all. We waited.