Hey everyone, post 2 is pretty great!!!
First of all there will be more pictures to come but I had to take my digital camera in to the shop after two weeks of blurry pics:(
The following is why you travel, to meet interesting (crazy people). I may ramble a bit, but this is so great.
Saturday morning I awoke and was eating breakfast in my hostel when a woman with a very bizarre middle eastern by way of Boston accent checked in. Short, frazzled hair and loud, she distraught over having missed a phone call from a friend to the hostel.
I then took a closer look at her and thought that she had been in a car accident with the way her nose was bandaged. I left to run an errand and upon my return I was met by her and her pleading for the help of an "American." Happy to help for what was supposed to be five minutes I sat down with her at her computer to help her write and correct an email.
We sat together and soon she looked at me straight in the face and asked, "How old do I look?" I realized that her stitches and nose bandage were not from a car accident but from having had a face lift the day before. Taken aback a bit, I collected myself and said 38 or 40 (obviously closer to 55-60). She then spent about 5 minutes telling me about her "little procedure" and how she was able to pay for it in cash and it was performed by Argentina's finest.
Five minutes had quickly come and gone. I then started in correcting her email. Poor grammar and miss spelling was everywhere, but the manner in which she wrote was very dramatic and descriptive. I started correcting it and at first thought I was correcting part of a romance novel.
It then switched to being about the Russian Mob in Buenos Aires and how she has to find out who is controlling the drug trade and medical rackets here in Buenos Aires. She had traveled to the Four Towers, basically a place no one goes due to the drugs and violence. She was convinced that although the Bolivian, Columbian, and Mexican cartels were involved, it was all being controlled in NY City (Personally I thought she has to be way off base)
It then became aparant that this was actually her life that she was talking about because she mentioned Palermo (my neighborhood) and Hostel Borges (where I was staying). It then concluded with with her apologizing that she had missed "his" phone call and that he could call anytime. She knew the situation was difficult right now, but that she had to hear his voice. I then had to write out for her that his voice was like "warm coffee in the morning, sweet, hot, and sensual." I had to stop myself from chuckling. In the end it had been an hour of helping and before I sent the email, she told me oh no, don't send it from this email, send it from my Harvard account. Turns out she has been been a professor at Harvard for 20 years. I was stunned one because, she is slightly crazy, but many successful people are, but also because she couldn't spell if her life depended on it.
I know that this is a long post but hang in there, it gets worse (or better depending on how you look at it)
Later that night, I was met with pleas of help one more time. I was slightly put off only because the 5 minutes of before turned into an hour, but this time I was promissed it wouldn't be long. I then went to help here and the whole time she kept asking me if I really thought she looked 40 and if the swelling had gone down. Looking like a character from Nip Tuck, I of course said yes, that at the oldest she looked 40.
This time I wound up typing a love letter for her to her "lover" in England of whom she had met two weeks before when he gave a conference at Harvard and the two had fallen in love within a minute. She then went on to say that she couldn't live without him and that if she was sure that she would soon make contact with the Russian mafia down here. The difficult part was that he was married. I did not find this out until I had finished the email and felt a bit guilty for being an accompliss. I then found out that she is somehow working for the NY times as an invesitgative reporter and that they were annoyed because she had taken a few days off due to "sickness" really time to recover from her face lift.
Today I am leaving the hostel to finally move into an apartment, but I have been extended an invitation to stay in her "huge" house any time I am in Boston. There are some more details, but I hope I effectively conveyed the lunacy of this story, what an experience.
More to come, but I hope all is well.
Ciao