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Argentina and fitting in and whatever


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I’VE found a song on Youtube I’m listening to on repeat.

Song – Nada fue un error

Tengo una mala noticia  
No fue de casualidad 
Yo quería que nos pasara, y tu, y tu 

I don’t know most of the words but it sounds beautiful, and it’s uplifting, and I like the core message that I get out of it. And the second singer, this wavy haired woman with innocent eyes, and a growling husky Spanish tone, charms me. The lead might be Andres Calamaro, an Argentinian who is possibly my favourite singer at the moment anyway, and he  has a cool laid back long haired vibe. I want to be like him, that guy on centre stage singing in Spanish. But I can’t play a guitar, I can’t sing, I can’t speak Spanish. That’s okay. I listen and every time I grab at another word and I try to sing what I do know at the same time they do.

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There was a Rotary Book Fair on the weekend. I went there with a soon-to-be housemate and colleague. I found three books, with one about police corruption in Qld in the 70s which it turns out I’ve already read, some book called Unpardonable Crime, and…a 2004 Lonely Planet guide for Argentina.

I wanted my next travel destination to be Chile. But after I bought Argentina’s guide and flicked through it I became more excited. This was a challenge! The land is massive, a whole new section of a massive amount of land that is monstrous in comparison to Peru. And having traveled Peru I had a context of the size of Argentina. And there was music, and a new history, and a new culture for me to navigate! I met Argentinas when I left Machu Picchu and they were really nice.

Yesss, Argentina. But the guide said I would need six weeks to three months to circuit Argentina. I believe it. So I think this is a trip that could wait after I quit this job, years from now.

Lo dejaste pasar 
No quiero que me perdones  
Y no me pidas perdón 
No me niegues que me buscaste 

I have an airfares price-watch set on Santiago, Chile. Qantas has just come through with a bunch of specials including a return flight next year, which is when I could go on holidays. It’s only $1000 return. I want to go. I’m ready to do so. I just don’t have the money in my pocket to book it. Just yet. I’ll still do Chile. Maybe fly into Peru and say hello to friends and former students, and then bus it south down the border. Or maybe into Bolivia. I still don’t know.

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There is a boxing troupe that travels in certain places. Fred Brophy runs this boxing tent, and he pitched it last weekend. The locals get drunk and then volunteer to take on his boxers. I’ve been in there once.

As I watched Fred, a true old school Aussie, drawl out for challengers to take on his boxers, and as we screamed in the tent for the next blow, “finish him!” I may have screamed at one point, as some of the lads shook the lights at the top of the tent to make the fighters hurry up. I left the tent and drove home, but happy. It felt good to be back, this tent came to where I used to live before I moved to Peru for 18 months.

Tinder hasn’t gone well. I’m a bit confused by that. One time I thought to myself it was a bit like “how to lose a Tinder match in three messages (without using a dick pic).” My soon-to-be colleague says he goes through the same thing.

For a bit when I came back I just wanted to be single, or be a fuckboy for an ego boost, and when that didn’t eventuate, and as time went on I realised I didn’t have the energy to be with a girl who’d even accept that.

I’m okay being single. I guess I just want to be accepted for who I am. I can be myself and loved for it. I want to vent, and I want to be heard. I had that in a relationship. I’m not sure  I get it when people aren’t invested enough.

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My new car!

I feel like something is still missing. Every week I felt that, I guess, but every week I either got a job or moved, or bought new things for the unit, or connected to NBN. This might be the  first week I don’t need anything new. So what’s new?

Los errores no se eligen 
Para bien o para mal  
No fallé cuando viniste, y tu, y tu 
No quisiste fallar
Aprendí

Peru has become a punchline with my colleagues, probably because I talk about it so much. It’s not meant to be cruel, and it isn’t, but it makes me feel a wall is there. I sit at my desk. And the joke is that I want to keep travelling even though I’m happy where I am.

Today a colleague asked me about music, and to give her a list of what she could listen to. And I did. Happily.

Nada fue un error.

Argentina. That idea. Of being on the road. And being exciting to people again

 

 

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Chris B.

3 replies

  1. You’re so lucky to be as adventurous as you are and to have actually be able to go on said adventures! I wish I could travel so much more but a lack of self-discipline and a lack of any significant pay checks has really made that difficult. I think Argentina would simply be amazing! I’d go with you in a heartbeat if I had the means. Peru…still awesome to have been there for as long as you were. I’m sorry your colleagues aren’t as amused by your traveling stories but I really should email you some time because I’d “listen” all day long. I have a temporary job at the moment and there’s a new manager there and turns out she and her dad went to Antarctica. I can’t wait to be able to just sit with her and bend her ear for a while about her adventure and get to see some amazing photos! I love that stuff…even if I don’t get to do it, I love hearing about it from others and learning what they learned. Cool stuff. Oh…I love the writing. 🙂 And definitely no need to rush the relationship bit…you’re young and have time and loving yourself is the first essential step anyway. That said – hopefully someone truly worth your time comes along soon. 🙂

    1. Hi Stormy, yeah, loving oneself really is important and yet you can spend all your energy for years pushing yourself, and suddenly look around and realise you’re not really achieving what you genuinely wanted to achieve. Dating apps like Tinder are harmful, and yet I still gravitate to them because I’m bored. It’s a special skill I think to listen to people’s stories, especially travel ones, and to really enjoy them. I like stories myself, but I have a bad habit of trying to match those stories with my own ones.

      1. I think we all have a tendency to do that lol it’s human nature. I think we tend to compare ourselves to others and if we can at least keep pace we are doing good lol. That’s so damaging though. My mom was reminding me yesterday that I have done a lot just when I was younger. I have, I just feel disappointed I haven’t done more lol but I’ll get there.

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