But I don't wanna shower!

I have not showered in three days. 

It has nothing to do with the fact that every time I shower I spend approximately 5 stressful, naked minutes using all my might violently squee-gee-ing the water into the drain in the middle of the floor, in the meantime trying to avoid chipping the rusty paint from the door, only to return to the bathroom for a quick teeth brushing session, and soak my socks twenty minutes later. (See picture to the right; not to scale)


It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm super busy-- sleeping through my 4 oclock class (yes, PM) or having a copious amount of time to facebook, write, sit in a cafe for hours on end, play my guitar, go on walks, meet some sexy South American men and speak bad Spanish in an attempt to flirt over some fernet, or sit in an ice cream shop with girlfriends for hours discussing pointless, but nonetheless, necessary and philosophical topics. 


It has nothing to do with the fact that I'm super clean. In fact, there are too many reasons (mostly being that I walk everywhere, and am so out of shape that I'm a little misty after walking up a small gradient...) that I should probably shower daily. 


Nor am I in a non-showering competition of any sort....


Nope.
None of these reasons suffice. 
It is simply because...
Ready?


Buenos 
Aires
makes 
people
lazy. 


It's not just me, I promise you. 


Do you know any other city where you're allowed to order a cafe doble solo for 16 pesos (4$US) and sit for 3 hours, just talking about nothing?


I don't.


Do you know any other city that waits until 3 am to go out on the weekends? In the meantime, spends 5 hours beforehand eating, drinking wine, shmoozing. 


Nope. 


Do you know any other city that justifies, openly, not being productive? 


Nope again. 


I'm telling you, Portenos don't move like the rest of the world. 
They take their time. 
They don't live to work. 
Or hurry. 


They simply live. 
Love. 
Talk. 
Drink wine. 
Give enough besos to make me uncomfortable. 
Yell about politics. 
Yell about everything.
Skip class.
Move slowly. 
Breeeeeathe. 


Living. 


What a concept, eh? 


I think I'll wait until tomorrow to shower. 


In the meantime, I'll be living. 
B 
(xoxo)

Dear Mountain air, I've missed you. 

A seriously heartbreaking moment when the man who weaved a beaded hemp string chopped a chunk of my hair out. I wonder if the people in Mendoza thought it was weird when I walked around talking to it?

Umm hello  I'm in love with all of you.