I'm going to have dreams about it for the rest of my life. Honestly, the curry was one of the best I've ever tasted in my entire life. the desert was a ganache/green tea ice cream mixture w/ a ginger cookie.

For the first course we had shrimp spring rolls, followed by a sort of spicy lettuce wrap with ceviche/grouper (AMAZING), and for the main course we had a choice between Pho Tai or Penang Curry (Thai chicken curry-I went with this one). She came out and chatted with us for a while before going back into the kitchen (her actual kitchen) and cooking the food. The atmosphere was very intimate-only four tables including our group's and we ate in her actual dining room. Aww, so cute! Oh, and she's an amazing chef. The place was called 'Casa Sunae,' and the chef is an Asian-American who was born in South Carolina, grew up in Korea, and lived in New York before finally settling down in Buenos Aires with her Argie husband. A lot of times they don't tell you what they're serving before you make the reservation, but we didn't want to fuck around with Argies and their inability to cook, so we went with one that advertised the menu each week online. Basically, you and your friends go to the house of an Argentine chef, and they cook/serve the meal for you there. Closed-door restaurants are pretty big here and the concept is simple, but very cool. Last night we FINALLY got around to doing something that I've been dying to do all semester: eat at a closed-door restaurant. And I recognized one of the tranny's, and had an epiphany that he's the culprit for my missing belongings. So now I have documented pictures for your bizarre enjoyment. Okay that's a lie, there's no way you can bring me to a tranny club sober, but I didn't drink a lot this time. Only brought cash, and didn't drink at all. That night we decided to revisit my infamous night at Club 69, since last time only Ellie and I actually made it there and there are no records of our night since the other girl who was with us lost her camera. Namaste! Yeah it's a yoga term, I'm cool. Definitely going to pick that back up when I get home. Anyways, I was definitely sore the next day (.I'm still sore) and I forgot how much I miss yoga. I was also on the verge of laughter for the first 10 minutes because she started singing/humming/'Ohmmm'-ing and I had no idea what was going on. something something EXHALE') Beyond not knowing what to do with the few, random body parts and instructions I could understand. So there I was, contorting my body into a lotus flower, straining most muscles in my back, trying to look over at other people but getting scolded for not looking straight, listening in vain to the Spanish instructions of what I should be doing ('something something RIBS. Well last night, the teacher basically told me that 'it's okay if it hurts in this type of yoga,' before yanking my foot behind my back and looping my arms in ways I didn't know they were capable of. Besides the troublesome fact that the class was in Spanish, the best way I can describe it is 'aggressive yoga.' In every yoga class I've ever been to, they tell you over and over again that if you can't do a move, don't try it, because you may hurt yourself by trying to do advanced moves. Thursday I randomly got invited to go to a yoga class at an Argie's house.

Since anyone who is reading this knows me pretty well, you probably know I'm not good at sitting still when I could be taking advantage of the little time I have left, so for the past week or so we've really been trying to check off as many of the things we wanted to see/do this semester as possible. On a lighter note, I'm putting off packing for the day before I leave. But here we had a set amount of time to experience living abroad, and it will be a very abrupt transition back to the U.S. it's easy to let semesters slip by at home, because there's not a ton of time to reflect on it and you only realize it's almost over when graduation hits. I know I've already said it, but it's terrifying how fast time moves. It's very strange to see the semester coming to an end. This is my last Saturday before the big goodbye :( and even though I'm really excited and pretty much mentally ready to come home, I've been having mini panics every morning I wake up these days.

We no speak americano heads will roll