Buenos Ay-ya-ya-res

It is common knowledge here that any time you make plans, there is a 50/50 chance they will actually come through.  I think one of the reasons people like me in this country is because I show up when I am invited somewhere.  In general, people just don’t.

That is why it should be no great surprise that, despite cleaning up my pad, preparing empanadas (from scratch) and cheese plates, my friends canceled on me this evening.  My buddy Juan called an hour after he was supposed to come over and said, "I am at the psychologist" (FYI everyone in Buenos Aires has a psychologist or a psychiatrist, it is like having a dentist), "I have futbol (soccer) afterward and then dinner with my family, so can me and boys come over on Wednesday?"

I know that if I had been speaking English I would have said something in a cutesy manner like, "Juan, these sound like obligations you would have known about before we made the plan to see my apartment and hangout," but given that I am just getting to the point where I understand people on the phone, I said, "No, its all good.  Nope, no, Wednesday is good.  Ok, kisses, luck, ciao." 

And I wasn’t even upset, I just stood there and was like, "Oh yeah!  I forgot they might cancel, whoops!"

Just another moment when I realize I am understanding how things work here, but not like it’s first nature, not quite yet.

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