Wow I just had a very interesting experience. I was on my way to watch a movie when I ran into a few of my old roommates (The Chilean girls). They invited me to go out with them. I would much rather go out and speak Spanish than watch a movie in Spanish so I agreed. After much ado about nothing (20 minute metro ride, finding Vodka, waiting for people to change, typical girl things) we made it to Palermo Viejo. As we are walking around one of the Chilean girls tells me in English "We are going to a gay bar." I instantly said "Yo no." (not me). Then we went on for about 5 minutes why I did not want to go to the gay bar. Some of the reasons: Not my country/bad situation, I'm not gay, I'm a guy, and so on. Of course she said "no, it's not like that." At that moment I felt very American and very Southern. I'm was getting more and more pissed that she did not tell me this two hours earlier so I could make a choice. I tried to leave on a positive note because it was there last night in town and I didn't want to spoil the night for everyone. I caught a cab and as per usual I had the empty why-am-I-here-I-should-know-better feeling. To add insult to injury I didn't have enough cash on me to pay the cabbie so I had to ask him to stop at an ATM. Well the ATM's in this neighborhood are totally different than I have ever seen in my life. The bank closes the ATM's in a room and you have to swipe your debit card in order to unlock the door. Of course I didn't know this so I looked like a jack ass for five minutes trying to open the door and then the cabbie tried to explain how to open the door. I thought he said that I had to use a card that was located by the door. I spent another two minutes (getting more pissed by the second) trying to find a card. I got back in the cab and asked the cabbie to go to another ATM that was not locked. I told me that I had to you MY card. At this point I was embarrassed and frustrated so I just told him to go to another that was not locked. He did; and as he drove off the said that they would all be lock. "Not in the microcentro." I said. He stopped at another locked ATM and I used my card and it worked. I'm glad that I know how to access the locked ATM's but I was just mad at the situation in total. I gave him a nice tip.
On a more positive note I beleive this situation calls for an update of the Tango List. Check the next post.
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