I may suffer from clinical retardation, but this is fine with me, because THE POOL IS OPEN!!

Upon further review, it isn´t my ATM that doesn´t work, but in fact, me. It turns out that all i needed to do was press an overly prominent button saying (in exquisite English) "foreign accounts" . My Bank even sent me an email indicating that i was an idiot, and to try it again. Anyway, crisis averted, and now i have pesos and can buy as much pollo as i want.

The highlight of the day (in addition to receiving notice from my professor that Argentina has the highest population and ratio per capita of women with breast implants) was that the "piscina" (pool) at my chilean family´s house is now full and open for business. This fact generated an unusual amount of excitement for the family, and in particular, the daughter, Silvi (I think that´s her name, it may be Martha for all i know, i can´t understand a word she says). My first thought was; "i don´t remember seeing a pool", but i went with it, not knowing how to do differently. After checking out the pool, it became clear that Chileans refer to any container larger than a blue recycling bin as a swimming apparatus. Regardless, i could do nothing but share in the excitement.

As a side note, in the last 24 hours, the daughter (who i startle the living crap out of whenever she doesn´t see me coming) has a developed a detectable crush on me. This is evidenced by her saying "que lindo, or que hermoso" (how cute, how handsome) whenever i move about the house. Her mini-crush has manifested itself in her taking a keen interest in making fun of me and how tall i am. I can take it though, i have thick skin (like a cart path). i guess this is warranted, seeing as though to her, i am equivalent to the BFG to an averaged sized person.

Anyway, as previously mentioned, Silvi took great interest in the pool and my use of said pool, and insisted that i dive into the 2 ft deep glorified bathtub and swim some laps. She found this suggestion to be decisively funny.